Sun's Out Buns Out Chapter 3 (Patreon)

All characters engaged in sexual activity are 18 or older.

It’s amazing how much can change in a year. After Colin’s party the other day, I’ve been getting texts from people I went to high school with wanting to hang out, and two guys even asked me out on dates. I haven’t said yes to them, but I haven’t said no either. However, I did say yes to Kyle when he invited me over to his house to hang out with him today.

I’m not really expecting this to be anything other than a normal hangout, even if that kiss with him was amazing. Not to mention, I’ve always thought he’s really cute. Nope. No reason for today to be anything other than just two bros chilling. Until he opens the door wearing only a towel around his waist. 

 “Hey! Sorry, I just got out of the shower when you rang the doorbell and didn’t have time to put anything on.” 

I gape at him. His skin is perfectly tan all over, with a lean but muscular torso. His abs ripple with each movement, and the towel sits dangerously low on his waist, trimmed pubes peeking out the top. I know I saw him naked the other day, but this feels different. Dangerous. Intimate in a way that being naked at the beach couldn’t ever be. “Uh… don’t worry about it.” 

Kyle grins and steps aside to let me in, and leads me up the stairs to his bedroom. I’ve never been in here before, but I can immediately tell he designed this room just the way he likes it. Everything in here is sleek and mature, like him. All the furniture matches in dark wooden tones that offset the lighter walls and smaller lamps around the room. 

Kyle watches me with amusement as I take everything in, including pictures of the five of us in a framed collage above his desk. “Let me just put some clothes on and we can do something.” 

I look just in time to see him turn and drop his towel, revealing two smooth globes of pure muscle. My breath hitches, but then I blurt out, “Or we could do something that doesn’t involve wearing clothes.” 

Kyle spins back around with a bemused look on his face. His dick hangs in front of two full, hairless balls that look like they’re dying for attention. “Oh. I just thought after the other day that you weren’t interested.” 

“You mean when I kissed you?”

“Yeah. I mean, you could have made me do anything and chose not to.” 

I huff out a laugh. “I wasn’t about to force you to give me a blowjob. Unlike Colin, I’m not an asshole.” 

Kyle smirks. “Well, I wouldn’t have minded if you did. Unlike Colin, I don’t care if people find out I’m bi.” 

That’s all it takes for me to cross the room and pull Kyle into my arms, one hand threading through his curls while the other cups his ass, pulling him flush against me. His breath ghosts my lips before they touch, and I kiss him the way he kissed me the other day. Our tongues collide in his mouth, fighting for dominance. 

Kyle tugs at the hem of my shirt, and I let him pull it over my head before he attacks the button on my jeans, undoing it with one hand. He sticks his hand inside the open front and grasps my erection, freeing it. His hand is warm against my shaft, stroking from root to tip, teasing the slit with his thumb, spreading the precum that’s leaking furiously and making everything squelch. 

He sinks to his knees and pushes down my jeans so I can step out of them. His warm mouth envelops my cock head, causing my knees to buckle as he swirls his tongue around before teasing the bundle of nerves at the bottom of the tip. “Fuck! You’re really good at that.” 

Kyle pulls off with a pop and grins up at me. “Thanks, this isn’t my first rodeo.” He gives me a look, and I make a mental note so I can ask him about it later. He sinks down further on my cock until his nose is touching my pelvis, not gagging even once. 

I have to pull him off after a minute, otherwise there would have been a premature end to our fun time. Kyle walks me backwards until we’re flat on his bed, making out, our cocks throbbing against each other. He pulls back from the kiss and asks, “Will you fuck me?”

I nod quickly, not trusting myself to say anything embarrassing—like this is the first time I’m going to be topping someone. All the other guys I’ve hooked up with were tops or were so deep in the closet that they would have never let me near their hole. 

Kyle pulls out lube from his side drawer and hands it to me before spreading his legs wide open to show me his beautiful pink hole. It stands out considering how tan he is all over the place. I make another mental note to ask him how he got his tan to be so even. 

The lube cap pops up with a snap, and I douse my fingers, rubbing the lube to warm it before bringing it to his entrance. The first digit enters easily, his tight warmth squeezing it with a pressure I’ve never felt before. I quickly add a second finger and curl up to find his prostate after a bit of digging around. 

“Holy fuck that feels good,” Kyle blabbers. 

I massage his prostate and his cock drips pre all over his lower abs like a leaky faucet. 

After a few minutes, he reaches to stop me. “Okay, I think I’m ready.” 

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.” 

Kyle laughs. “Trust me, you won’t hurt me.” 

“Alright.” I slick my shaft and line up against his entrance. He locks eyes with me and nods, giving me permission. There’s resistance with the first push, but then his hole gives way and I sink into him. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve experienced. Heat. Pressure. Tight pressure. I can feel his rim flutter around me, pulling me in until I’m buried deep inside. 

I have to hold still for a moment and try to steady my breathing. “Goddamn, you have such a tight fucking hole. If I could, I would stay like this for the rest of my life.” 

Kyle grins at me. “Less talking and more fucking, Robbie. You feel insanely good inside me.” 

I pull back all the way, leaving only the head inside before I push back in one smooth motion, my cock dragging over his prostate. 

“Fuck, that’s it, Robbie. Do that again, but faster.” 

My hips take over and piston in and out of him, the slap, slap, slap noise of our bodies filling the room. He’s leaking all over himself, making a mess. So I reach down and stroke him in time with my thrusts and somehow, he clamps down even tighter on my cock, eliciting groans from both of us. 

Within a few minutes, it’s all over. I impale him one last time, and he explodes. My hand is a whirlwind on his cock as he shoots out rope after rope of cum all over himself, and his hole squeezes so tight that it pulls me over and I’m coming, painting his insides with my baby batter. 

I fall on top of him, his cum creating a sticky mess between us. But I don’t care, that was the most intense sex I’ve ever had. 

Kyle chuckles and kisses me softly. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.”

“Mhmm,” I sigh. “If I had known you were such a bottom slut, we could have done that a long time ago.” 

Kyle barks out a laugh. “Well, we still have all summer to enjoy ourselves. And… I have an idea on how you can finally get Colin back without you feeling bad for him.” 

I prop my head up to look at him better. “What did you have in mind?”

“So here’s what I’m thinking…”