Kyle pulled Johnnie down on top of him, their bare member rubbing against one another. Johnnie had one finger inside Kyle, adding another, causing Kyle to arch into Johnnie's touch.
Johnnie scissors Kyle until he was moaning loudly beneath him. Johnnie pulled his fingers out, causing Kyle to whimper.
"I'll give you something much better than my fingers," Johnnie said. Kyle bit his lips as Johnnie pushed his way inside.
Kyle let his eyes roll back as Johnnie lean in and kissed him. Their lips were moving in sync. Kyle wrapped his arms around Johnnie's neck.
Johnnie slowly moved his hips against Kyle, causing Kyle's breath to hitch. Johnnie leans back, looking Kyle straight in his eyes.
Kyle wrapped his legs around Johnnie's waist. Johnnie leans back, resting on his knees, and Kyle slowly moved on top of him.
"I love you," Kyle mumbled. "I love you too," Johnnie said, kissing Kyle's neck. Kyle pushed Johnnie back on top of him.
Johnnie rested his hands on Kyle's hips bucking with Kyle's movements. Johnnie wrapped his hand around Kyle's cøck, pumping along with his movement.
Kyle lean back resting his hands on Johnnie's legs. "I'm close,"
Kyle woke up with his hand wrapped around his cøck. Kyle pulled his hand out, groaning at the loss of contact.
Kyle couldn't believe he had a wet dream of his best friend. Kyle wouldn't be able to go to sleep with a hard-on.
Kyle pulled his boxers off, throwing them on the floor, opening the table beside the bed, hoping to found some lube.
Kyle found a bottle opening the cap pouring a small amount on his fingers. Kyle rims his hole slowly, pushing his pointer finger past his ring.
Kyle slowly started pushing his finger in and out, soon adding another finger groaning at the slightest stretch.
Kyle used his free hand to jerk his cøck at the same pace his finger was moving. Kyle moaned loudly when as he added his third finger bucking his hips up.
Kyle needed to stay quiet. He didn't want to wake up Bryan or Johnnie. Kyle curled his finger, trying to find his prostate.
Kyle moaned loudly, quickly biting his lips as his finger brushed against his prostate. Kyle let his eyes roll back, flashing back to the dream he had earlier.
"Fück, don't stop," Kyle moaned. Kyle could feel the pre-cüm oozing out of his tip. Kyle glides his finger over the head, collecting it.
Kyle's breathing was starting to get heavy, and I didn't want this to end yet. Kyle stopped all his movements, letting himself calm down.
Once Kyle's breathing was evening out, Kyle begins moving both of his hands. Kyle tocked his body against his fingers.
"F-fück daddy," Kyle's mouth fell open, and a loud moan slipped out. "Don't stop," Kyle turned his head, burying it into the pillow beside him.
Kyle could feel his climax approaching as he moved his hand faster. "Fück me, daddy," "Holy shit Kyle?"
Kyle stopped all his movements, turning his head to see Johnnie standing at the door with his hand inside his boxers.
