Autumn Fire (20 page)

Kyle shuffled in his position to free his hands and, as he continued kissing and licking Dustin, his fingers moved down Dustin’s chest, feeling the body beneath the shirt. They then moved to Dustin’s buttons, undoing them one at a time. When the shirt opened, Kyle leaned back to get a good look at Dustin’s torso.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He tentatively licked Dustin’s right nipple, instantly turning it diamond hard. His fingers explored the other nipple, rubbing it and gently pinching it. The touch sent arcs of pleasure through Dustin, radiating from the point of contact. His back arched and he gasped.

Dustin glanced down at Kyle and saw an impish grin as he continued licking the nipple. His eyes wandered up and met Dustin’s and the grin turned ever more mischievous. With his focus back on Dustin’s nipple, he took it into his mouth, suckling it. He inched his jaw around and brought the tip of Dustin’s nipple between his tongue and his top teeth. The warm and soft firmness of the tongue, contrasted with the sharpness of the teeth, left Dustin gasping and writhing.

As Dustin squirmed on the bed and Kyle alternated nipples, bringing the pleasurable sting of nibbling to the other side of his chest, Dustin’s fingers found their way to the bottom of Kyle’s t-shirt. He played with the hem before slipping his hands inside, running his palms over Kyle’s tight lower back and solid abdomen.

Kyle suddenly abandoned Dustin’s nipples, returning his oral attention to Dustin’s lips, hungrily kissing him. Dustin gripped Kyle’s t-shirt and pulled it up. He held his arms up to help the shirt slide off, but it got caught awkwardly on his head.

Kyle laughed as he helped yank it off.

“It never quite works out like it does in porn, huh?” Dustin said with a chuckle.

“That’s okay.” Kyle brought his lips against Dustin’s, and mumbled, “This is way better than porn.”

Dustin kissed Kyle, suckling on his lower lip, pulling it in between his teeth, to nibble on it the way Kyle always did. His fingers roamed as his teeth held tight, finding their way up to Kyle’s nipples. With both hands, he grabbed each nipple gently between his knuckles, squeezing and pulling.

Kyle gasped, lower lip still firmly between Dustin’s teeth. He tugged again on the nipples, eliciting something of an orgasmic moan. With their crotches pressed firmly against each other, Dustin felt Kyle’s cock pulse with every pinch of the nipples.

Dustin let go of Kyle’s lip and shimmied south underneath Kyle, bringing those luscious nipples to mouth-level. He stuck out his tongue and flicked it across each one several times. Kyle’s cock, now firmly against Dustin’s abs, continued to twitch strong enough to be felt through layers of clothing.

Dustin kissed each nipple then nibbled on them as Kyle had done to him. Kyle’s head and chest lowered, his arms seemingly incapable of supporting his weight under the onslaught of physical pleasure. His body huddled over Dustin, surrounding him in a cave of manliness.

It drove Dustin wild. He licked and nibbled harder, pushed by an insatiable desire to get closer and closer to Kyle. As he teased Kyle’s nipples, he ran his hands down the hard chest and abs, exploring each crevice and bump as he moved ever downward, stopping at the top of the man’s dark jeans. He fingered the fabric of the fly before he eventually just decided to go for it and unbuttoned and lowered the zipper.

His opened his mouth to let go of Kyle and pushed the jeans down. Kyle shimmied his legs to get them off. They fell to the floor with a soft sound. Kyle sat back on his legs, resting on Dustin’s lower stomach.

Dustin took in the sight of his lover. Kyle’s muscled body, shiny with a thin film of sweat, glinted in the light, accentuating the impressiveness of his physique. The tight briefs Kyle wore were bright blue, almost teal, with a very low rise and a huge bulge with a growing wet spot in the middle.

He moved his gaze upward to find Kyle’s eyes roving Dustin’s body. Kyle’s fingers followed his eyes, tracing light paths around the curves of Dustin’s muscles.

“You’ve got a good body.” Kyle ran his fingertips over Dustin’s abs.

“Thanks,” Dustin said. “Nothing like yours, though.”

Kyle smiled. “That doesn’t matter. I love you and I love your body. I want you as you are.”

The honesty and lust lacing Kyle’s words strengthened the never-ending ache in Dustin’s penis.

Kyle leaned forward and licked Dustin’s nipples again, continuing to run his hands over his upper body. Dustin reveled in the pleasure, but the part of his brain that could still put together coherent thoughts realized this being Kyle’s first real intimate time with a guy, meant he would have to take the lead. If he didn’t, it would be nothing but nipple play.

Dustin removed his hands from Kyle’s torso and undid his own jeans, wiggling his hips to shove them down. Kyle separated his lips from Dustin’s chest and hopped up on his knees to help him struggle with his clothing, revealing Dustin’s purple camouflage boxer briefs.

Kyle’s eyes widened and his mouth formed an O. Dustin looked down at himself and smiled. He wasn’t all too gifted below the belt, but this pair of underwear worked magic—something about how the seams lined up always made his bulge very pronounced, giving the impression of massive proportions contained beneath. His wet spot matched Kyle’s.

Dustin watched as Kyle’s hand lifted up and moved to grasp Dustin’s bulge, stopping several inches away. Dustin waited until Kyle prepared for the touch. He didn’t want to push him too fast. He had Kyle now, so the desperation he’d felt the previous week was gone. They had time. They could move slow.

Haltingly, his hand moved down, first resting on, and then grasping Dustin’s cock, his grip gentle, firm and very still. Hesitantly, Kyle’s hand moved up and down, stroking Dustin through the fabric.

The fierceness of his erection made the gentle touch bring him almost to orgasm, threatening an end to a moment Dustin wanted to last for all eternity. He put his hands on Kyle’s arms and gently nudged him as he lifted his body up, turning them around so Dustin was on top, sitting on Kyle’s crotch and staring down at a body built of perfection.

The shaft of Kyle’s cock fit perfectly against Dustin’s perineum, with the base firmly pressed against Dustin’s anus. His hole twitched in anticipation, longing to be fucked. It was rare he felt such urges, but it was somehow different with Kyle. Everything was different with Kyle.

But he wasn’t ready to be fucked, yet. There was so much pleasure to be had before then.

Dustin angled himself sideways on the bed and gripped Kyle’s bulge, feeling the rigid flesh beneath. He brought his mouth down and kissed the wet spot on the fabric, feeling it grow as new drops of precum were added to the existing splotch.

His hand edged downward, massaging Kyle’s testicles, rolling his fingers over first one and then the other. He kissed up and down Kyle’s shaft, eliciting moans and groans.

Kyle’s hand landed on Dustin’s lower back and shifted downward, sliding over his ass and to the inside of his thigh. As Dustin licked and kissed some more, pleasing the cock through the cotton, Kyle pulled Dustin’s lower half around. Dustin lifted his leg and placed his crotch hovering over Kyle’s face. He made sure to keep it at such a height that it wasn’t pressed firmly against his face—with any other guy, Dustin wouldn’t have paid attention to such a detail, but with Kyle, he wanted the man to move at a pace he was comfortable with.

Kyle’s hands explored the outline of Dustin’s dick and balls, feeling the crevices and bumps. Then Dustin felt the soft touch of his lips as he kissed his shaft. Kyle kissed a few more times, but Dustin could sense the nervousness in his movements.

Dustin turned himself around, so he was face-to-face with Kyle again. He wanted this to be a comfortable experience for him. He pressed his lips against Kyle’s, kissing him deep and hard. His crotch swayed rhythmically, rubbing his groin against Kyle’s, their shafts sliding against each other, slipping over and back. Dustin let out a moan, echoed by Kyle, from the mix of physical pleasures.

Dustin kept his hands next to Kyle’s head, to support himself above him, but to also play with his hair, run his hands over his head, massage the tips of his ears. Kyle’s hands started on Dustin’s back, but then moved in a smooth motion down to his buttocks, with his thumbs hooked in the top of his boxer briefs. His fingers spread over Dustin’s cheeks, pulling them apart, stretching his anus, inciting his desire for penetration even further.

There was so much more, though, Dustin wanted to do before anal. He slid himself back down Kyle’s body, hovering over his pelvis. He looked up at Kyle’s stunning eyes, filled with heady pleasure, as he hooked his fingers under the waistband of Kyle’s deliciously tight blue briefs and pulled them down. Dustin quickly slipped his own underwear off.

Kyle’s cock, freed from its cage, bounced against his body. It was just as long and thick and delicious-looking as before—only it was darker and harder now, aching for release. Dustin wrapped his hand around the base of the shaft and kissed the slit, tasting the sweetness of Kyle’s precum. A thin strand strung between the head and his lips as he looked up at Kyle again. Their eyes locked as Dustin took Kyle’s head in his mouth and slowly inched downward, swallowing the rest of him. Kyle’s eyes fluttered closed and he sank his head down into the pillow, gasping.

Dustin turned his gaze back to the task, taking in the sight of the trimmed bush as it filled his vision. He slid his tongue around the shaft, feeling the curves and lines as he moved. A small burst of sweetness hit the back of his tongue as Kyle released more precum.

He let his own eyes fall closed as he allowed Kyle’s penis to absorb every ounce of his attention. He pleasured every groove along the shaft with his tongue, and then pressed against the slit, wedging it open just a bit, and swirled around the edge of the head, sending a deep shudder through Kyle. Strong hands found his head and rested there, lacing their fingers through his hair. The touch brought back visceral memories of their first encounter. Something swelled within him as he thought of how his touch, those fingers through his hair, led him from a casual and closeted anonymous hookup to being out and now having sex with the man he loved...and who loved him back.

“Can I suck you?” Kyle spoke soft and Dustin thought he imagined it until he opened his eyes and saw Kyle looking down at him.

Dustin didn’t need to answer, his look telegraphed everything. Kyle slid his hand around Dustin’s leg again and shifted him back into the position they had been in mere moments ago, only now freed of any barriers.

Dustin slid his mouth off of Kyle’s cock and looked down the length of his body, between his legs, watching as Kyle first touched, then held, Dustin’s cock. Kyle stuck out his tongue as far as it would go, raising his head until it touched against Dustin’s shaft. It stayed there then withdrew. Kyle pursed his lips and moved his head up more, kissing along the shaft and then on the head of Dustin’s dick. The touch was soft and loving, caring, completely the opposite of any touch he ever received from a hookup.

This
was the difference between meaningless sex and intimacy with a lover.

Dustin moaned from deep within as Kyle took his head in his mouth, swallowing a few inches. He didn’t go all the way down, nor did Dustin expect him to—Dustin barely made it past the head the first time he’d sucked cock. Kyle bounced his head up and down several times, bringing almost unbearable pleasure to his swollen dick.

Suddenly, the mouth moved off his penis, and before he could open his eyes, overwhelming pleasure rocked through him and he nearly lost his balance. Kyle licked Dustin’s balls—one of Dustin’s greatest pleasure spots—then sucked in first one, then the other, and then both, sliding them around on his tongue.

As Dustin half-laid on Kyle, collapsed from the intense pleasure, a memory came back to him. Back in the washroom, during the blowjob, Dustin slid a finger across a spot on Kyle, longing to do so with his tongue. He gathered up his strength and shifted himself further down Kyle, regrettably meaning Kyle could no longer suck on his balls or dick.

On the upside, Dustin could see the spot behind Kyle’s testicles. He licked his taint, receiving pleasured sounds as a reward. But that was not the ultimate goal.

Dustin slid further south, digging the top of his head hard into the mattress. With his hands, he inched Kyle’s legs up, bringing his destination in sight.

Kyle’s anus was a dark pink against the lightness of his ass. The smell of sweat and manliness reached Dustin’s nostrils, driving him to operate more on instinct than thought. He brought his tongue close to Kyle’s hole and slid across.

Kyle gasped louder than ever, jolting halfway up, before sinking down. “What was that?” His words hazed with lust.

Dustin didn’t answer. He slid his tongue against Kyle again, slower, harder. Kyle twitched and shook, succumbing to uncontrollable pleasure. Dustin spread Kyle’s cheeks apart as much as possible then stuck his face in the parted flesh. His tongue pressed against the hole, swirling around and around.

Rimming was one of those things that Dustin generally didn’t like performing, but with the right person, it drove him crazy. And he was hungry for Kyle’s hole. He pressed his tongue firmly against it until it gave enough for him to enter. There was a tang on his tongue as he dug deeper, Kyle writhing underneath him. He pulled out, swirled his tongue around again, and pressed in once more. He darted his tongue in and out, fucking Kyle’s ass with his mouth.