Spin Ch. 04

Gus whimpers a bit and hikes his ass back but otherwise doesn't respond. Taking that as an invitation, I give his ass a swift slap before squatting down, prying his cheeks apart, and diving right in with my tongue. "Oh God," Gus groans, shifting onto his toes as my tongue goes wild. I want to keep up with the intensity from earlier, so I don't take it slow and steady; I show him that I'm hungry for him. I devour his hole, dragging my tongue across his most intimate place, making it twitch and throb. Soon, I feel Gus' hand on the back of my head, gripping my hair and pulling me in deeper -- and in response, I drive my tongue forward to open him up.

While I'm eating him out, I help him step out of his jeans and then start undoing my own belt in order to expedite things. Any layer of clothing separating us is now a nuisance, save for his jockstrap. Something about Gus in a jock really does something to me because he wears it so well. All his thick muscle is perfectly accented by the straps, and he even wears a size too small so that it's nice and snug.

Once I've tossed my belt to the side, I start pulling my pants and underwear off, standing up straight. As I do, Gus turns around, wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me tongue-first. In turn, I snake my arms around his waist, pulling him close so that the front of our bodies are flush. My cock, now rigid, gets sandwiched between us, and I push my hips forward for a little bit of added friction as we start shifting deeper into the apartment. It's a fairly spacious area, but the furthest we get into my studio apartment is the couch. Tumbling onto the sofa, our hands grab at whatever we can reach and squeeze and stroke, our tongues going at it like they hate each other.

Soon, we end up with me on my back and Gus on top. I reach down to grab his ass, fingers digging into the crevice and circling around his hole. Moaning, Gus rocks back against my finger, eager for more. "Turn around," I murmur against his lips.

He does so eagerly, switching into a sixty-nine position -- and as soon as he's in place, he grabs a hold of my cock and sinks me into his mouth. As I moan, I start peeling Gus' jockstrap off. I only bother with taking it off of one leg, letting it dangle from his other thigh before I reach in and take his balls into my mouth. With a sure grip, I wrap my fingers around his cock, almost grinning from how much he's leaking already. Now that I think of it, I can feel his precum dripping in thick strings down onto my chest. I grant him a little relief by pulling his cock back and guiding him into my mouth.

Both of us moan against each other and start bobbing like we're trying to outperform the other. If Gus goes deep, I go deeper. If I speed up, Gus will take his pace up an extra notch. Soon, both of us are sloppy messes, our cocks absolutely slick with each other's spit. However, I don't have as much oral stamina as Gus does. I pull off when my jaw needs a break, gasping for air -- and I swear I feel Gus smiling around my shaft as if he feels he got the upper hand.

In retaliation, I grab his ass and pull him down onto my face, driving my tongue in as deep as I can get it. Gus immediately grunts and fumbles with the blowjob, groaning and planting his ass on my face. In fact, as he feels me grab hold of his sides to keep him down on my tongue, he pulls off of my cock completely, sitting up straight and grinding down on me. I lap at and tongue his hole while I reach around his thighs to paw at his cock. The head is positively wet with his precum, so all it takes is a few strokes to have an easy glide going. I jerk him off with a firm, insistent grip, loving the way he thrusts into my fist and then back against my tongue.

The thing is, he doesn't last long after that. Suddenly, Gus tenses, his hole clamps down on my tongue, and his cock starts to spurt. I feel his hot cum splattering against my chest, and I can't help but laugh even with an inch of my tongue buried inside him. Gus' whole body shudders through his climax before he relaxes and gently lifts himself off of my face.

"Seriously?" I tease.

"Sorry," he says, laughing. He stands up beside the couch, looking down on me and blushing. "I just got really into that."

"It's okay," I say, chuckling at the thick mess on my torso. I gesture towards the kitchen area. "Can you get me a paper towel?" I ask him.

He seems to consider it for a moment before, suddenly, he leans down and starts lapping up his cum. My eyebrows raise high in surprise. Gus has never done this before. He takes his time, curling his tongue just right so that he can clean me up properly. And then, he completely shocks me by kissing me tongue-first. Suddenly, I have a mouthful of his cum, and my cock throbs. I moan as we kiss, sliding a hand up to cup the back of his head so that he doesn't go anywhere -- not yet, at least. I want to enjoy this intimate-but-filthy moment for as long as possible.

We kiss slowly back and forth, swapping his cum between tongues, until the flavor of him has mostly dissipated. When I pull back, I sigh through my nose, lick my lips, and smirk up at him. "Goddamn, that was fucking hot," I murmur.

Gus just laughs. "It made me hard again," he says.

I look between us and realize he's right. I was so focused on his tongue that I didn't even notice his hard-on pushing against me. Grinning, I reach down to grab his cock, which makes him grunt before I slip my fingers past his balls to tease his hole. I lean up and nip playfully at his neck. "I gotta have you," I tell him.

Gus nods, hopping off of me and heading towards my bed. I think of following, but Gus knows exactly where I keep my lube, and just as I sit up, about to get to my feet, he's back. I just smirk as he straddles my lap and starts kissing me again, and I let my hands explore his backside.

He takes matters into his own hands, though, quickly reaching back to lubing himself up. Amused, I just sit back and relax, watching the neediness take over his face. He fingers himself with the lube in a hurried motion before applying a bit of the slick gel to my cock. I would have figured that him cumming would have calmed him down a bit, but his libido has apparently peaked. He needs it badly.

Once we're both prepped, he holds me up, hovers over my manhood, and then slowly sinks down on me. I hum with pleasure, licking my lips and just slouching back against the couch with my hands behind my head. This is Gus' show now. His eyes are closed as he inches himself down into my lap, and he lets out soft moans as he starts to ride up and down.

He goes slow at first, clearly wanting to feel every inch of me inside of him. Gradually, though, he starts picking up speed, resting one hand on my chest while the other wraps around his steadily dripping cock. It's fascinating watching Gus in what seems to be his element. As he bounces up and down, I watch the way his muscles ripple, the way his eyebrows upturn, the way his expressions shift so smoothly between shock and bliss. He's found a rhythm now, steady and sure, and every time he bucks down on me, he grinds deeply into my lap. Who knew Gus would turn out to be such a bottom?

"I'm gonna cum again," he murmurs, his voice strained and heavy.

I can't help but laugh. Horny little bastard tonight. I decide to get involved, replacing his hand with mine and using my other hand to bring him down to my lips. I kiss him deeply, sensually, my tongue exploring his mouth and coaxing out more of those deliciously sweet moans of his. Gus latches onto my chest and shoulder, his fingers digging in deep until once again, his body tenses and his orgasm hits him. His moans come out choppily, almost like he's trying not to cry and laugh simultaneously. I just smile, forehead to his as I milk his cock for the second time. This time, at least, I get to feel his hole clench on my cock instead of my tongue.

Gus looks dazed as he recovers, blinking several times. "Jesus Christ," he whispers, panting. Even as he comes down from his high, though, his cock remains rigid.

"What's going on tonight?" I ask, grinning and stroking him. "You're all pent up."

"I don't know," he says, laughing as he rests his forehead against mine. "Just really need you."

My turn, then. I have Gus lift himself off of my lap but stay bent over. Then, I slip out from underneath him and position myself behind him. God, he looks delectable on his hands and knees. I bite my lip and scoop up the mess he left on my body, using it as a second application of lube. Once my cock is slick with his load, I target myself against his hole and push inside.

Gus grunts when I make my hips meet his at a fast pace. Once I bottom out inside him, I grind just to enjoy his welcoming warmth for a moment before I start thrusting -- hard. Gus' moans become steady, but I remain focused, looking down at the sight of my cock plunging into him over and over. What a sight. Each time my hips push forward, Gus' ass trembles, his pale skin reddened from our movements. Gripping each cheek, I spread his ass to watch the way his hole opens up for me, the way he hugs my cock so perfectly. Goddamn.

There's something about fucking Gus that makes me feel more studly than I feel with women. In a lot of ways, Gus is my equal. We could spar and not be sure who would come out on top. This, however, in some carnal way, makes me feel like I've bested him, claimed him. He's mine.

I slap his ass, making him yelp but buck back into me at the same time. Now we're moving like a machine, me pushing forward every time he moves back. Each thrust is punctuated with a sharp, wet smacking noise, and each drawback is far enough to threaten slipping out of him. I won't let that happen, though -- not until I'm finished with him.

As I get closer to my orgasm, I lean down and wrap an arm around Gus' chest. He grips my forearm, holding on tight as I pick up the pace even more. Then, just as I reach the tipping point, I bite down on his shoulder and grunt, giving him short bursts of hard thrusts. My orgasm feels explosive. I clench my eyes shut tight, seeing stars as the pulses of pleasure rock me down to my skeleton. I lose all strength in my body, and I use Gus to bear my weight until I'm finally spent.

The tension slowly releases from my body, and I feel like I'm deflating against Gus. "Fuck," I pant before kissing his shoulder.

"You really went at it," Gus says, laughing as he catches his breath.

"You deserved it," I murmur, kissing his neck before I pull out of him and then collapse on the couch.

As I lean back, Gus sits back on his heels, smiling at me. "Can I say something weird?"

"What?"

"I really love it when you, uh... finish in me," he says, blushing slightly.

I laugh, stroking the side of his thigh. "Is that really that weird?"

He shrugs. "It feels weird to say," he murmurs.

"I think it's hot," I say with a smirk before dipping my hand between his legs to find his hole. He grunts when my finger easily slips inside, and he blushes. One of his hands goes to my wrist as if to stop me, but the other goes to his cock -- again.

"Another one?" I ask, chuckling.

"Shut up," he grunts, stroking himself and rocking on my finger.

Generously, I fingerfuck Gus until he cums for the third time tonight. It doesn't take long for his cock to spurt all over his stomach, and I laugh, surprised that there's still so much left in his balls. Seems third time's the charm, though, because he finally seems a little more relaxed.

Gus wants to shower before bed, so I let him clean up while I just throw on my underwear and head to my desk to do some work. There's plenty I have to get done in order for me to feel like I'll be in a good place in the morning, so I sit down with a sigh. I'd much rather just have sex for the rest of the night, but grad school is calling. Quickly, though, I get in the zone. I'm exhausted but excited by a few new ideas I'm coming up with. Just thinking about finally getting my PhD is getting me hyped up.

Soon, I feel arms wrap around me from behind the chair, and I smile when Gus kisses my cheek. "Working hard?" he asks.

"Yeah," I say, leaning back against him. I didn't even hear him approach. "You don't have to wait up for me," I add. "Might be up a while."

"That's okay," he says before gesturing to the space beside me. "Can I sit with you?"

"Uh... if you want," I say, unsure why he'd want to.

Gus grabs his laptop and a chair from the dining area, setting up shop next to me. I smile when he lifts his legs and casually drapes them over my lap, using his thighs as a desk for his laptop and my lap as a footrest.

It strikes me at this moment how right we feel. Just this simple act of sitting together and maintaining physical contact while we work makes my heart swell, and I smile as I rest a hand on his leg, thinking, "I could get used to this."