Pulling back took all the strength of resolve I had - not to mention real strength, Kai’s body doing its best to follow me as I leaned away.“I need to see you,” I gasped, breathlessly.
He mewled with frustration, but shifted in turn all the same.Torso angling back, so that it was only my grip on his cock that joined us.
He was...beautiful.A weird way to describe a dick, I knew rationally, and yet the way he filled my hand, the shape of him, the near-perfect proportions...it made my mouth water.Mesmerized, I eased my fist along him.
“That feels good,” he muttered, voice still heavy with arousal.
I grinned at him, unable to look away from his dick for more than a few seconds at a time.“I bet it tastes good, too,” I teased.Ran my thumb brusquely across the swollen head, and felt Kai shudder in response.
“Oh I see,” he mock-scolded me, “I had to stop sucking you, but you get to blow me?”
I shrugged, noncommittal.“My house, my rules.”
He rolled his eyes.“So you’re saying I should take you next door,” he suggested, “and fuck you in front of my parents?”
A raised eyebrow at that.“Who said you’re going to fuck me?”
Kai grinned.It was about the filthiest expression imaginable, and it made my stomach twist and my cock lurch in response.
“Fine, you can fuck me, then,” he conceded, not unhappily.“Either way, it’s going to be a surprise for them.”
The mental image of him on all fours by the pool filled my head, his ass hiked up high as I guided my dick into him.Suddenly I felt light-headed again.
“So you bottom,” I asked, curiosity overwhelming my daze.
He reached out to run his thumb across my cheekbone, smiling.“There you go again with the labels.Have you always been so eager to classify everything?”
Another shrug.“I know you don’t like putting a name to things,” I explained, “but...”
Kai gave me a skeptical look.“But...what?”
I felt myself blushing.“But it would turn me on to hear about it,” I admitted.
His knowing expression left me feeling like I’d been caught, somehow.Even though I’d just confessed everything he needed to know about me.Biting my lip, I looked away.
“You want to hear about me getting fucked,” he said, eventually.It was a statement, not a question.
Part of me wanted to deny it, despite all I’d just said, to try to make myself seem less like a voyeur.I just didn’t trust my voice to even attempt to say that out loud, not if I wanted it to sound halfway believable as well.
Kai laughed.“Okay, how about this,” he suggested.“I tell you some of my stories, and you tell me some of yours.”
It was my turn to chuckle.“I just got done with a sixteen year relationship,” I pointed out, inwardly wincing at the implicit reminder of just how much older I was.“I doubt my stories are anywhere near as entertaining as yours.”
Kai closed his hand around mine, where it was still languidly plying his erection.Fingers guiding me in my rhythm.
“Then make up some new stories,” he countered, “the things you’d like to do with me, maybe.”He licked his lips.“And perhaps we can try some of them out for real, too.”
I stared at him for a moment, contemplating the array of things we could potentially do together.My mind couldn’t pin any one idea down, though, skipping from possibility to possibility like a child faced with the spoils of an ice cream counter.
“I may need some time to write that particular letter to Santa.”
He giggled at that, apparently delighted.“I’m sure he’ll read it with fascination.”
The thought of Santa - in my mind a mall Santa, bright red suit with black trim and a voluminous white beard on an elastic string - reading, with increasing shock, my missive about all the things I’d like to do to Kai’s body, and have him do to mine, cracked me up.
“He’d probably send the elves to do a citizen’s arrest.”
Kai’s eyes widened, suggestively.“Or maybe they’d just want to watch.”
