Page 39 of Keeping Kyle

Now I looked like a klutz.

I grabbed at the shoes and pulled them off, looking a bit like a spazzy flamingo while I did it. I kept the socks on to match Kyle.

Down to just jeans and boxers, I stopped short of popping the button.

“If this is too fast or too much, we can stop,” Kyle said in a soft voice.

So sweet. He’s clearly ready—that thick cock sticking out in front—yet he allowed me to go at my own pace.

“No. I want to. Just stupid flashbacks in my head. The jock and the nerd. My high school self is saying this can’t end well.”

Kyle stepped forwarded. “Let me show you how nice some jocks can be.”

He dropped to his knees in front of me, moved my hands aside, and opened my jeans, kissing along my waist as he did it. The only response I had was to hum.

After a moment, I allowed myself to run my hands through his hair, which was so soft.

“You’re one of the sexiest nerds I’ve ever seen.” He looked up and held my attention as he slipped my pants down. The gentleness was an extension of this kindness I always witnessed from him—except of course for his ferocity on the ice.

With my dick free, he teased along the shaft with the tip of his tongue. My body threatened to vibrate apart. So much pleasure from the slightest touch.

“Hmmm. I think you liked that.” He repeated the move in the opposite direction. “Yup. You definitely did.”

“Please come up here and kiss me.” I never sounded like that—a whispered growl. He had me so blissed out, it affected every part of me.

Despite the sensations Kyle provided, I needed his mouth on mine. I pulled on his shoulders and he relented.

I wrapped us in a hug and hungrily kissed him. Kyle seemed okay with me setting the pace, so I tamped the nervousness down and went for it. Pressed close, our cocks slid together and the electrifying jolts resulted in stars flashing before my eyes.

Kyle’s tight body moved under my hands as he explored me. Every place we touched, sparked, pinpoints of pleasure popping along the surface.

As much I loved his mouth on mine, I was ready to taste more of him. I disengaged carefully from the kiss and lowered myself, running my lips down his chin, neck, and to his chest. I darted over to suck on a nipple and got the reward of a full body shiver.

I noted that for future reference.

After spending a few moments nibbling and sucking his nip, I continued down until his cock stood before me. Fighting against my overall nervousness, I ran my tongue over his rigid shaft. That got the loudest moan so far, and I hoped Kyle’s neighbors couldn’t hear. The moan was also a good “fuck off” to that niggling worry that I didn’t know what I was doing.

I wanted so much more of Kyle—more in ways I couldn’t even define. He had a fire in his eyes when I looked at him. He watched me taste all of him and that fueled me on.

Did I love this guy? Maybe. Nothing else had ever inspired me to try and change up my habits.

“Can I…”

I didn’t stop my oral exploration of his cock and balls even as he tried to speak.

“I… Give me…”

Kyle Pressgrove had been rendered speechless by me. An inexperienced tech geek.

He ran his hand through my hair, mirroring what I’d done to him, before nudging me off his cock.

“Awwww.” I looked up with a sad face.

“Austin.” His breaths were ragged. “I need your dick.” I sucked for a brief moment on the head of his. “Please.” He stretched that word out, though I made his voice crack when I licked one of his balls. “Come on. No fair.”

“Totally fair.” Where had this take-charge guy emerged from? This unknown side of me needed to show up more often away from the office—able to be playful, taking what I wanted, and not freaking out. “I’m busy here.”

“I want to be busy too. You’re making me feel insanely good, and I want to get in on the fun. Your—” I sucked him all the way down, and he swallowed some words. “Your cock needs me,” he said when I released him.