"Let me show you," Joe murmured.
Kyle let out a gasp as he felt Joe's erection against his flesh. The sensations were magnified when Joe nipped at his neck, making his way to Kyle's ear.
"Oh god," Kyle whispered. Joe's teeth grazed the tender flesh of his earlobe. It was Kyle's spot. The area that burst with feeling. One kiss, one lick, one bite and he’d be putty in Joe's hand.
"Show me," he whispered, conceding. "Show me how sorry you are, baby."
Joe's hand trailed down his side, making its way to his stiffy, taking hold of it. He squeezed it, making Kyle cry out in ecstasy. He liked a good, firm touch from his man. He liked it a little rough.
He let out a mewl of devotion as Joe gave his ass a good slap, then another. "Spread those legs," Joe whispered thickly.
Kyle turned his head to the left as he made an X with his body, spreading his legs wide. The water rushed down his flesh, adding to the symphony of rapture. He knew what was next and it was enough to make him cum on the spot.
No, he told himself. After all he put me through, I can make him work for it. I have to.
The thunderclap of water lessened and Kyle sunk his teeth into his lip. He felt Joe's hand on his hips, making their way to his cheeks. He massaged the mounds, making them jiggle.
"Yes," Kyle moaned, throwing his head back. Joe was grazing his ass cheeks with his teeth, doling out teasing bites as he massaged him. He felt the cool air combine with a warm steady trickle of water as Joe spread his cheeks. Joe grabbed his hips and buried himself inside his crack.
"Oh yeah," Kyle groaned. Joe's tongue darted and flicked, teasing his tight little hole until he squirmed. The bumpy ridges of his tongue were divine, each stroke blurring the dumpster incident.
"Tongue it," Kyle coached. "Put it inside my ass."
With a moan, Joe obliged, burrowing his tongue inside Kyle's butthole. Kyle rocked against the thrusts, wanting to freeze time, freeze the moment and make it last forever.
But third period P.E. would be coming in at any moment and as badly as he wanted Joe to tongue his ass for hours, unless they were both ready to make some confessions, they couldn't tarry. Joe had to fill him with his cock.
"The lube," Kyle said hoarsely. "It's in the side pocket of my gymbag."
Joe let out a chuckle. "You naughty bitch. You were counting on this, weren't you?"
"Counting on it is a stretch," Kyle called after him, jerking his length. Wishing was closer. Hoping. Praying.
Joe came back in, brandishing the tube. Kyle went to turn around, but Joe stopped him.
"I'm not done showing you how sorry I am," Joe said, his eyes sparkling.
Kyle's heart beat out as his stud, his Joe, with his glistening muscles and All American good looks, lowered himself to his knees.
Kyle pushed wet strands from his lover's eyes. "The tile doesn't hurt?"
Joe shook his head. "Not as bad as this want for you." He leaned forward, taking hold of Kyle's rod. He teased the tip, his tongue diving in his slit and following it with his thumb. His hand measured him with a stroke before he took the length of Kyle in his mouth.
Kyle leaned his head back, the water cascading down his face. Joe's mouth was made for his cock-it knew his ins and outs. He'd tease him with speeds, always knowing just how much to give before pulling away, leaving Kyle starving for more.
With one final slow slob, Joe rose to his feet. He brought Kyle's lips to his and they kissed, the taste of desire mingling and driving them both wild.
Joe leaned back, teasing Kyle's nose with his own. "Now I'm ready for that ass."
Kyle promptly turned. He bent his knees slightly. He felt Joe's cock against his butt as he took hold of his hips and lifted one of his legs. This was one of their favorite positions, giving Joe access to Kyle's hole but still letting Kyle hold the reins and determine the speed.
"You ready?" Joe whispered hotly.
"Do it," Kyle whispered. "Fuck me!"
Joe let out a moan as he entered him and Kyle swore he could feel it in his bones. His ass squeezed Joe's thickness, quivering with each thrust. Kyle rocked against him, relishing the feel of his lover filling him up. He brought his hand to his erection, jerking himself in time. This moment was bliss. No dumb jocks, no diva theater teachers. In the locker room, beneath the warm water, they were just two guys with needs that only the other could fulfill.
"Oh Kyle," Joe whimpered, his thrusts becoming wild. "I'm gonna cum. Cum with me. Cum with me!"
With Joe's lips on his neck, tugging his earlobe, Kyle felt his thighs contract, his balls filling with desire. "I'm about to cum…oh god…oh god!"
He felt the rhythmic spray of Kyle's sperm as he unloaded in his ass, the warmth oozing from his hole. His own sperm splattered on his chest, making a slow trail down the shower wall as his labored breathing relaxed.
Kyle stepped beneath the stream of water, smiling to himself as Joe wrapped his arms around him. After one last peck, Joe turned to grab a towel, but Kyle yanked him back, holding his face in his hands as he gave him a kiss that robbed the air from his lungs.
Kyle was the first to pull away, doing one last rinse before he shut off the water and dried himself off with the towel.
Joe still stood where he left him, flabbergasted. "What was that for?"
Kyle walked from the stall, drying off his hair. "I want you to think about that kiss, about what we did and the sounds you made next time your fucktard friends decide they wanna mess with me."
Joe took a step forward. "Kyle-"
"No," Kyle said, shaking his head as the brutal truth reared his head. "You know, graduation's in a few months. You'll go to State, I'll go to New York. After your star dies you'll probably end up back in this crappy town with an apple pie wife and a couple of kids." Kyle pulled on a shirt and jeans. "I actually feel kinda sorry for you. I mean, Craigslist will help you find a blowjob or two, but in the night, when you're beside the woman who'll never really make you happy, trapped, remember that you could have chosen a different path but were too much of a coward."
And with that, Kyle looped his bag over his shoulder, pushing back into the hallway.
Shaving My Stepsister
“Mom! You can’t be serious! I have to be ready for the pool party, and I can’t do it without you!”
Josh Granger glanced over at his stepsister. Amy looked pissed, which only made her look cuter. Even with both her hands in casts. He didn’t intend to listen in on her private phone call, but as loud as she was shouting, he would’ve heard her from a couple of streets over.
“No, I can’t,” she snarled. “None of my friends can help me tonight, and I have to be there at eight tomorrow morning. I can’t-”
She rolled her eyes at something his stepmom said. “Fine. I’ll think of something. If I bleed to death, it’s your fault.” She snapped her phone closed and slumped in the easy chair with one of her casts over her eyes.
“Problem?”
He made sure to keep most of his attention on the video game he was playing. He had no desire to be on the rough side of her tongue. Even though she was his age-eighteen-she had the skills of a much older woman when it came to verbally dissecting someone who annoyed her. She’d gotten even better at it since she’d taken that tumble off her ex-boyfriend’s shoulders at the last pool party.
“The airline cancelled our illustrious parent’s flight because some idiot broke the damned plane. The earliest they can get home is tomorrow afternoon. I am so screwed.”
“Why? I can give you a lift.”
She gave him a flat stare. “I was already counting on that, but it won’t do me a bit of good if I can’t get ready.”