kissed his bellybutton.
Kyle combed his fingers through Eric’s hair. “Thank you.”
Eric pulled the briefs down until the tip of Kyle’s cock was visible. He pinned it there, against Kyle’s belly, with the waistband. For a few seconds he just stared at it, mesmerized. He was really about to touch another man’s cock.
“Having second thoughts?” Kyle asked. His tone was playful, but Eric suspected he was concerned.
“No,” Eric said. He met Kyle’s eyes. “I just can’t believe how lucky I am.”
They both smiled, and then Eric pulled Kyle’s underwear down over his thighs and let it fall to the floor. Kyle’s cock bobbed in front of his face, long and narrow with a distinct curve upward, like a ski jump. It was perfect, but Eric wasn’t exactly sure what to do with it.
“Anything you want, gorgeous,” Kyle said, likely noticing the uncertainty on Eric’s face.
Heat crept up the back of Eric’s neck. “Could you...tell me what to do? I like it when, um...”
Kyle’s smile was wicked. “You want me to be in charge?”
Eric nodded.
“We can play that way. I’ll even go easy on you. Why don’t you put your hands on my thighs and go back to kissing my stomach? I liked that.”
Eric placed his palms above Kyle’s knees and stroked, slowly, up toward his hips. He relished the feeling of soft hair and muscular flesh beneath his hands, and the firmness of Kyle’s belly against his lips.
“Fuck, I love how your beard feels against my skin,” Kyle said, so Eric rubbed his cheek against his stomach, and then down toward the base of his cock. He could feel Kyle’s abs flexing in response. Eric kept rubbing his palms up and down, and his thumbs stretched out to press into the crease of Kyle’s thighs.
“Play with my balls,” Kyle instructed. “However you want. I fucking love that.”
There was something about being told what to do that made all of this easier. Eric carefully cupped Kyle’s balls in one hand, rubbing a thumb over the tight, wrinkled skin that, he noticed, seemed to be meticulously waxed or shaved or something. Should Eric be waxing his own balls? It wasn’t something he had considered doing before.
“That’s perfect,” Kyle said as Eric gently rolled and tugged at his heavy sac. “Love having my balls played with. I could spend hours fondling and sucking your balls, never even touch your cock. You’d love it.”
It sounded like torture, but it also sounded extremely hot. Kyle had to be exaggerating about taking hours, though, right? “I think I’d like that,” Eric said.
“I’d make sure you did.”
The head of Kyle’s cock was still bobbing close to Eric’s lips. Eric’s gaze was locked on the slit, and without meaning to, he licked his lips.
Kyle noticed. “Go ahead, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”
Eric parted his lips and leaned in. He kissed the tip, letting his tongue flick against the smooth, hot skin. When he heard Kyle’s sharp intake of breath, he continued kissing around the head, and then down the underside of his shaft. He opened his mouth wider as he went, using more tongue, and Kyle moaned his approval.
Eric kissed his way back up to the tip, then wrapped his lips around the head and silently prayed to anyone who was listening that he wasn’t about to give Kyle the worst blowjob in history.
He closed his eyes, trying to shut off the very loud part of his brain that insisted he be perfect at anything he attempted. He’d wanted this for so long, and now he was here with this wonderful, patient young man. He wouldn’t ruin it by second-guessing himself. He would just feel his way through it.
He slid his lips down as far as he could, brushing his tongue over the velvety skin of Kyle’s shaft and moaning at the relief of finally knowing what it felt like to take a man into his mouth.
“That’s good, baby,” Kyle said. He gently brushed Eric’s hair with his fingers. “I know I don’t have a beginner’s cock. It’s got a wicked curve to it.”
Eric loved the curve in Kyle’s cock. As silly as it would probably sound to say, he thought that it suited him. Everything else about Kyle had been a delightful surprise; why not his cock?
Kyle’s encouraging words helped Eric relax, and he began to do whatever felt right, licking and sucking the shaft and head, and flicking his tongue over the slit. Then he remembered Kyle’s favorite thing, and brought a hand up to play with Kyle’s