Page 62 of Catching Kyle (Football Heartthrobs #1)

Epilogue One – Six Months Later

Michael Cunningham

I lay naked on the bed of the very same cabin where Kyle abandoned me. I’m alone and have been for the past hour. But, unlike last time, I know he’s coming back.

Dating Kyle has been better than I could have imagined. I was worried that he would slip back into old ways, gradually withholding what was going on inside his head until he would explode with some hurtful behavior, forcing me to reconsider the whole relationship again.

But he hasn’t. He’s been consistently going to his therapist, coming to understand his relationship with his own sexuality more fully, while also addressing his complicated relationship with his father.

It hasn’t always been easy for him, and I’m sure challenges will arise in the future, but what’s important is that he’s honest and true to himself.

And that makes any sort of conflict, heartfelt conversation, and even our most intimate moments so much better.

Oh, and speaking of intimate moments, my body is tied up with rope. My arms are pinned to my back, and my legs are tied to the bed frame, forcing me face down with my ass in the air. There’s a mirror at the top of the bed, showing how vulnerable of a position I’m in.

Kyle and I have also been experimenting in the bedroom.

Since he’s had relatively little experience with men—or even women, surprisingly—and since I’ve had a lot due to my time as a pornstar, Kyle’s asked to me to show him the ropes—ha!

—on a few things. And since he’s my Sexiest Man Alive, I happily oblige.

That night before he abandoned me, we talked about both of us taking charge equally in bed.

And since, we’ve learned that it’s not about who’s taking charge but instead how pleasurable what we’re doing is.

And we’ve found a lot of things that feel good.

So now, every time we make love, it just ratchets up in intensity and pleasure for the both of us.

Even as a pornstar, I didn’t think sex could be this amazing.

I crane my neck to check the clock. It’s past when Kyle said he would be back, but I’m not worried. I trust him now. And besides, we’ve agreed that stretching the rules a bit makes it fun. We have a safe word and all, but I’ve hardly needed to use it. It’s honestly been perfect.

I hear the cabin door slam, and I feel my hole pucker. My dick is already getting hard against the rope keeping it down. The anticipation of his arrival, paired with not knowing when exactly it would be, has my heart racing and my libido flowing.

The floor creaks as downstairs as he walks around in his boots. I hear him set down the firewood that he was cutting. An hour ago, as he was tying me up, he said he would go do some chores outside. It’s a scalding summer day in Mississippi, so I know he’s hot and sweaty. Just how I like him.

He turns on the sink, and I let out a low whimper. I need him. Right now. And he’s just taking his time, teasing me. When I finally hear him walking up the stairs, I try to spread my legs even further, making sure I’m as open as possible for him.

“Now there’s a sight to see,” he says, and his deep, Southern drawl sends chills down my spine. From day one—seeing him act all sexy in those commercials or watching one of his post-game interviews—his voice has always made me weak in the knees.

He walks over to the side of the bed, and my dick twitches at the sight of him.

He’s shirtless with red suspenders keeping his pants up.

His entire muscular body glistens with sweat, and I almost pass out when I see a drop of sweat fall from his nipple.

Since he retired from the NFO, he’s worked hard to keep his workout routine just as rigorous.

He likes the way he feels in his huge, beefy body.

And I won’t complain. I like the way it feels, too .

He lifts his boot on the bed and places it next to my face. “Off,” he commands.

Wasting no time, I take my mouth to his laces and carefully undo the knots with my teeth.

He strokes the back of my head, gently pulling on my mullet. “Good piggy,” he says.

When I manage to completely undo the knots, he retracts his leg and takes his boot off. He sticks the open shoe in my face, and I sniff in the stink with alacrity.

Poppers are popular in the gay community. It’s where people sniff this chemical in a small bottle and get a brief high. For many, it relaxes the muscles, especially in the anus, and increases sensitivity, often bringing with it a quick sense of euphoria.

But I don’t need that. I’ve never been into it, frankly. But Kyle’s scent makes me a believer in its potential power. Because Kyle’s smell opens me up like a fucking revelation. He’s divine.

He pulls away before I can get enough of him, and I whimper.

“Don’t worry,” he says, putting his other boot on the bed. “You’ll be getting plenty of me soon enough.”

I get to untying his other boot, this time faster than the other one. And this time, after he takes off his boot, he lets me smell his socked foot directly. But instead of stroking my hair, he strokes my hole with his thumb, gently pushing it in with just enough pressure to alter my breathing.

I moan, the intense euphoria that his smell brings me altering my brain circuits to see him as more safe than before.

When I was doing porn, sex with random men felt so lifeless, so distant.

But now it’s like an exploration, a dynamic plunge into Kyle’s being.

With each foray into Kyle’s body, he feels more like home.

And seeing him go crazy for mine, I know he’s going through the same experience.

Ever since we made up at the Championship Game, which I still can’t stop thinking about, he’s been opening himself up to me like a perpetual blossom, and the more I find inside him, the more I love him. And boy, do I love him .

“Take it off,” he says, gentle but firm.

I slowly raise my head as high as I can to grab hold of the edge of the sock with my teeth. Then I pull. By the time his huge, hairy foot is revealed, I swear I’m worshipping the body of a god himself. But honestly, Achilles has nothing on Kyle.

After I kiss his foot several times, he retracts it.

Then he slips his suspenders off his shoulder, and I know I’m in for the time of my life.

His pants slip off, revealing tight gray Lycra underwear.

He slips them off, and his massive cock whips up after he manages to get the waistband past it.

The hair of his bush glistens with sweat, and I want nothing more than to shove my face in it.

And as he gets closer, it looks like that’s just what I’m getting.

I open my mouth wider, already salivating, but then Kyle grabs my hair and forces me to look up at him.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

I open it like a bird receiving its daily sustenance. And then he spits on my tongue.

“Keep it open,” he says when I almost close my mouth to swallow his spit. I need as much of him inside me as I can get.

I expect him to shove his cock in my mouth. I’m ready to show him how much I love him.

But what I get is somehow even better.

He takes his underwear—the Lycra ones he’s been wearing all day, the same ones he chopped wood with—bunches them up, and presses them against my nose.

The scent is more intoxicating than I can imagine, and I swear I could cum from this alone. The scent of his dick, his crotch, his gooch, his ass—all so distinct yet perfectly in harmony with one another, a bouquet of scents made especially for me.

“One last big sniff,” he commands.

And I obey. I breathe in so hard I see stars. Out of the corner of my eye, I see how rock-hard Kyle is, and I exhale in ecstasy. I love that we both love this, that it’s not just my fantasy alone .

“Keep it open,” Kyle reminds me. I open my mouth, and he shoves the underwear inside. All of it. Until I can almost feel it against the back of my throat. Anyone else would gag. But not me, especially when it’s Kyle inside me.

He leans down and kisses me on the nose, then looks me in the eyes. “I’m gonna fuck your ass so hard you won’t be able to walk.”

I nod eagerly, warm chills running down my spine and back up again.

He takes his place behind me, and I take a deep breath through my nose, preparing myself.

As he lubes up his dick and my hole, I watch him through the mirror, taking in every inch of his perfect, manly body. Then, he starts to slide it in.

I lower my head and take a deep breath of the sock he left behind, his scent helping me open my hole even further.

And once he’s inside, I offer thanks to the universe that this is my life now.

Because I didn’t know such trust or such joy or such peace could actually be found.

And that now I somehow have it. And that it’s here to stay.

Kyle’s face goes aggressively stoic as he pounds my ass, pulling the rope tight against my body.

He stares down at my body as if he’s been on a treasure hunt his whole life, and he found my body made of gold.

He grunts desperately, thrusting hungrily inside me.

His tongue sticks out, and he lets out a little whimper with each thrust, as if now I’m in total control, my asshole bringing the top linebacker of the country to his proverbial knees.

And then he floods me. I breathe the scent from his sock in happily as his entire body jolts with his orgasm.

He caresses my back as he breathes heavily, sweat dripping down his face.

I gently buck back onto him, squeezing my hole around his dick, sucking every last drop out of my man.

With one last breath, he pulls out of me.

With any other guy, I’d be disappointed that it’s over. The mood would change now that he’s gotten off, and the intimacy we had during sex would evaporate into the air.

But not with Kyle. He is the king of aftercare.

He begins gently untying the rope, caressing and kissing each indent that it leaves in my skin .

“Shoot, sorry, I forgot,” he says. He reaches to take the underwear out of my mouth, but I shake my head, and he lets me keep it in. I like having it here, like a pacifier made of his own sweat. And I want it here until I’m completely unbound.

He takes off the rest of the rope and throws it to the side of the bed, and I melt into the soft mattress, finally releasing Kyle’s underwear from my mouth and tossing it off the bed. He plops himself next to me and wraps his arms around me. I nuzzle into him and kiss him in between his pecs.

“Ma’s having Jimmy and Silas over for dinner tonight,” he says.

“Awesome,” I say, muffled by his chest hair. When Kyle and I got to Glamour Springs, we just went straight to this cabin that Linda rented for us. “I can’t wait to see them.”

He kisses me on the head. “Still gotta get you off.”

I moan. “Honestly, I could go the rest of my life doing only what we just did.”

He laughs. “I never knew anyone could be so creative in bed,” he says. “This is better than I could have imagined.”

We lay in silence for a while, him stroking the back of my head.

“Come on,” he says, letting me go. “You deserve to get off too.”

My dick hardens already from the anticipation. “Can we…?”

Without a word, Kyle turns around and swings his massive leg over me, revealing his sweat, hairy hole, after chopping wood outside and fucking me.

Kyle then swallows my dick, and I have no choice but to dig in and get his stench all over my face.

And Kyle’s eager head mixed with my face buried in his ass makes this a quick affair. I cum in less than a minute.

“Alright,” Kyle says, unmounting me. He grabs a nearby towel. “Now we really gotta make it to dinner. My mom’s been dying to see you.”

“Fine,” I say. But as I watch him get dressed, my heart just as full as my ass, excited to go hangout with my new family, I smile and stretch my wonderfully sore body. Kyle was right—I might not be able to walk after this.

It turns out I am not only capable of finding an emotionally available man. My life is also filled with others that I love—my reading and writing friends, along with Kyle’s family. I finally have that community I’ve always wanted .

So, as it would also turn out, I am capable of loving healthily, and of being loved. I just had to go through a lot to really see it.