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Authors: Liz Crowe
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deflected, rolling onto his back and closing his eyes.
"You mean how the hell did I end up looking like this, right?"
"Well, that too." He shivered when Kyle put a hand on his, pulled it to his lips for a soft kiss.
"Well, my mum was a real African queen. All the way down to her three thousand dollar weaves. Me da', was Irish. They met in London working at a television station. I was born and raised in London. But they were artists, actors, getting by on odd TV jobs, waiting for the big break that never came. My father finally left after he caught her in bed with a producer. He and I, we moved to Atlanta, Georgia when I was twelve. He ended up running a local TV station. Quite the eye-opening experience I assure you." He ran a hand across Rob's bare chest, bringing on goose bumps.
Rob sighed and put his hands behind his head. His body still thrummed with residual erotic tension. The guy was good, no doubt about it. He repressed an image of his friend Jack, doing the same for a woman.
"Anyway," Kyle leaned in and let his lips touch Rob's flesh, just close enough to his nipple to make him react. He kept speaking between taking small nips at Rob's skin. "Even then, the one thing I was, was large. So I played middle school, then high school, basketball. My senior year the football team's tight end broke his leg right before the season started. Football coach took one look at me and that was essentially that. My one-year as varsity tight-end for the Georgia state champions earned me a full ride to Michigan to play. I missed the round ball though, so played that too. Graduated in five years with a three point five in business. But by then, I'd found a calling." He licked the hard peak of Rob's nipple, making him flinch and his cock get instantly hard. Kyle fisted it, kept up his monologue as if they were at a banal cocktail party and not surrounded by spanking benches, leather straps and a giant St. Andrew's Cross. "There always was a robust scene in Detroit, just no permanent place to partake. I started throwing house parties, at other people's houses of course. The leadership part came pretty naturally."
Rob grunted as Kyle's hand left his shaft, blew out a breath as the man’s fingers trailed down, beneath his balls, rubbing there, just enough, making him reach down for his own cock.
"No." Kyle's deep voice rumbled in his ear. "Not until I tell you. Remember?" Rob nodded, his breathing ragged. What was it about the guy anyway? Rob was ready to let him slap a leash on him and lead him around. He gritted his teeth. Tried to focus.
"What about your team? Did they know?"
Kyle laughed, as he simultaneously pressed against Rob's ass, rubbing in circles, making him moan and spread his legs as his cock jerked and dripped onto his belly. "What that I was bi-sexual or a Dom? Keep your eyes closed. Got it?"
"Fuck." Rob groaned as the other man's teeth found his nipple again, biting, just enough to make him grip the tight curls on Kyle's head. Then, nothing. The sharp smack of flesh on flesh made his eyes fly open. Kyle had crawled up between his legs, had his lips poised over Rob's aching cock and one hand had just smacked him, hard, on the hip. It stung. "Do it again," he croaked.
"You don't tell me what to do, Rob. I know what you want. I'll give it to you when I'm damn good and ready." His gray eyes darkened. Rob lost himself in them. He had to bite his lip from crying out when Kyle flipped him over, jerked his hips up and started licking under his balls, sticking his tongue in and out of Rob's now achingly empty asshole. He smacked his ass again, and again, bringing a rush of blood to his skin, and the sweet sting of pain and pleasure that he had no idea could be such a fucking rush.
Then, the huge nothing closed in on him again. Kyle was gone, his lips, hands, tongue. All of it. Vanished. But for a whisper: "You are truly beautiful." Kyle's voice ghosted through his brain. "I think I need you to fuck me, Rob.
"You mean how the hell did I end up looking like this, right?"
"Well, that too." He shivered when Kyle put a hand on his, pulled it to his lips for a soft kiss.
"Well, my mum was a real African queen. All the way down to her three thousand dollar weaves. Me da', was Irish. They met in London working at a television station. I was born and raised in London. But they were artists, actors, getting by on odd TV jobs, waiting for the big break that never came. My father finally left after he caught her in bed with a producer. He and I, we moved to Atlanta, Georgia when I was twelve. He ended up running a local TV station. Quite the eye-opening experience I assure you." He ran a hand across Rob's bare chest, bringing on goose bumps.
Rob sighed and put his hands behind his head. His body still thrummed with residual erotic tension. The guy was good, no doubt about it. He repressed an image of his friend Jack, doing the same for a woman.
"Anyway," Kyle leaned in and let his lips touch Rob's flesh, just close enough to his nipple to make him react. He kept speaking between taking small nips at Rob's skin. "Even then, the one thing I was, was large. So I played middle school, then high school, basketball. My senior year the football team's tight end broke his leg right before the season started. Football coach took one look at me and that was essentially that. My one-year as varsity tight-end for the Georgia state champions earned me a full ride to Michigan to play. I missed the round ball though, so played that too. Graduated in five years with a three point five in business. But by then, I'd found a calling." He licked the hard peak of Rob's nipple, making him flinch and his cock get instantly hard. Kyle fisted it, kept up his monologue as if they were at a banal cocktail party and not surrounded by spanking benches, leather straps and a giant St. Andrew's Cross. "There always was a robust scene in Detroit, just no permanent place to partake. I started throwing house parties, at other people's houses of course. The leadership part came pretty naturally."
Rob grunted as Kyle's hand left his shaft, blew out a breath as the man’s fingers trailed down, beneath his balls, rubbing there, just enough, making him reach down for his own cock.
"No." Kyle's deep voice rumbled in his ear. "Not until I tell you. Remember?" Rob nodded, his breathing ragged. What was it about the guy anyway? Rob was ready to let him slap a leash on him and lead him around. He gritted his teeth. Tried to focus.
"What about your team? Did they know?"
Kyle laughed, as he simultaneously pressed against Rob's ass, rubbing in circles, making him moan and spread his legs as his cock jerked and dripped onto his belly. "What that I was bi-sexual or a Dom? Keep your eyes closed. Got it?"
"Fuck." Rob groaned as the other man's teeth found his nipple again, biting, just enough to make him grip the tight curls on Kyle's head. Then, nothing. The sharp smack of flesh on flesh made his eyes fly open. Kyle had crawled up between his legs, had his lips poised over Rob's aching cock and one hand had just smacked him, hard, on the hip. It stung. "Do it again," he croaked.
"You don't tell me what to do, Rob. I know what you want. I'll give it to you when I'm damn good and ready." His gray eyes darkened. Rob lost himself in them. He had to bite his lip from crying out when Kyle flipped him over, jerked his hips up and started licking under his balls, sticking his tongue in and out of Rob's now achingly empty asshole. He smacked his ass again, and again, bringing a rush of blood to his skin, and the sweet sting of pain and pleasure that he had no idea could be such a fucking rush.
Then, the huge nothing closed in on him again. Kyle was gone, his lips, hands, tongue. All of it. Vanished. But for a whisper: "You are truly beautiful." Kyle's voice ghosted through his brain. "I think I need you to fuck me, Rob.
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