Spin Ch. 05

I undo his belt, unzip his fly, and then start tugging down his jeans and underwear in one motion. He lifts his ass for me, making it easier for me to strip him bare. Now, there's nothing to hide that rock-solid cock of his. I grin at the sight of precum already glistening at the tip. Gently, I take hold of Gus and massage my thumb up the underside of his shaft, licking my lips as more precum oozes from the tip. He's already moaning his little head off. So sensitive.

Not wanting to tease him too long, I give him some relief by tilting him towards my mouth and taking him in. He grunts, clutching the sheets he was just jerking off on earlier today. I moan when I taste him, snaking my tongue around the head to lap up all that flavor. I even take a moment to pull off and savor it before I return, wet lips clamping around his manhood as I bob slowly up and down.

"Goddamn it, Jackie," he groans, resting a hand on his face.

I pull off with a little "pop!" noise. "What?" I ask, idly stroking him.

"Feels so fucking good today," he says.

I smirk. "Is that 'cause you're in love with me?" I tease.

He rolls his eyes. "Don't ruin it," he mutters, and I just chuckle before continuing to blow him. Maybe that's true, though. Maybe sex is better with that deeper connection. I've never really felt this strongly about someone before, so... it's time to explore that.

I kiss down the length of his cock, giving his balls a little attention before he opens and lifts his legs expectantly. Tongue already dripping with saliva, I dive right into his hole, making Gus throw his head back and moan. I look up at him as I rim him, loving the way he turns up his eyebrows, how he lets out a string of mumbled curses when I get deep with my tongue, how he brings his hand to his face almost as if he can't believe how good I'm making it feel. It's those little things I look for in Gus that make me swoon -- and impossibly hard.

Eventually, I give his hole one more kiss before starting to climb over his body. Gus eagerly grabs at me, tugging me down and kissing me tongue-first, panting, needy. "Fuck me," he mumbles through the kiss.

I grin as we swap spit. "What's that, babe?" I murmur huskily.

"Fuck me!" he groans. He even reaches between us to paw at my bulge.

"You need it?"

He nods a couple of times, hitting me with puppy-dog eyes.

I sit up between his legs, kneeling tall. "Take it, then," I tell him.

As if in a hurry, Gus scrambles to his knees, undoing my pants and tugging them down my thighs. He gets on all fours, lifts my cock to his lips, and swallows my semi completely. It's clear he's desperate to get me rock hard -- and it doesn't take long at all for me to get there. Now, all you can hear in the room are the sloppy sounds of Gus working my cock and his eager, hungry moans. For a moment, I just close my eyes and calmly revel in the sensations, in my appreciation for Gus. Often, I like to reminisce about our exploration together, how we both had to learn not only what we liked but how to perform. Neither of us had been with a guy before. Now, it's all I can imagine doing for the rest of my life -- as long as it's with Gus, that is.

I look down, watching his lips plump out around my shaft on each backstroke before my eyes travel down his spine. God, his ass looks too inviting. I lick two of my fingers and then bend forward, reaching out to slide those fingers between his cheeks and pet at his hole. Gus immediately groans around my cock, and I keep my free hand on the back of his head so that he doesn't stop his work as I tease his hole. He's so incredibly soft back here. I bring my fingers back to my lips, getting them wetter before reaching back to rub my middle finger against his silky hole. Easily, my finger slips into his heat.

I tease him for a bit, just gently rocking my finger around before suddenly, Gus pulls away -- but I quickly realize it's because he's scrambling for the lube. He grabs it off my nightstand and then returns to me, already squirting the cool liquid into his palm. He first coats my cock in lube before applying some to himself. Then, without a word, he turns around and gets on all fours, arching his back and nonverbally demanding I fuck him. It all happens so fast that I laugh slightly, but I'm ready to perform.

I shuck off my pants completely, getting fully naked with Gus so that when I position myself behind him, it's just flesh on flesh. Nothing separates us. My cock lines up perfectly with his hole, and with one sure thrust, I'm embedded inside my boyfriend. He cries out in that pleasured-pained way of his. All this regular sex means we don't have to ease into it anymore. I can fuck him good right off the bat.

Seems he wants to participate, though, because as soon as I find my stride, Gus starts to buck back against me. Wanting to watch, I let go of his hips and stay still, watching him gyrate and rock himself back and forth on my cock. His ass, firm but supple, smacks against me on each downstroke, making my cock fully disappear inside of him.

He gets whiny, though. "Why'd you stop?" Gus groans, turning his head back to me even as he rides me.

"It's kinda hot just watching you," I say with a grin.

"C'mon," Gus whimpers, grinding deep into my groin.

If that's what you want, baby... I reach down, wrapping an arm around him to pull him up to me. I keep him locked against my torso as I start to thrust into him, skin slapping skin as the bed starts to rock. Gus moans out with gratitude, and I lean in to kiss his neck, eager to give him a few commemorative hickeys. Just as my lips make contact, I reach down with my free hand and take hold of his cock. It feels thicker than usual.

Immediately, Gus protests. "Stop stop stop," he cries, grabbing my wrist.

"What?" I ask, pausing altogether.

"I'm gonna cum," he murmurs.

I laugh. "Don't you want to?" I ask, squeezing his cock gently.

"Not so soon," he tells me, trying to pry my hand away from his dick.

"It's not like you can't cum multiple times," I remind him.

"But then I'm all sore," he says. "Just give me a sec."

I chuckle, planting a little kiss on his neck and letting go of his cock to give it a breather. In the meantime, though, I start gently rocking my hips again. I just want a little bit of stimulation. He feels too good to resist.

But even that is too much for him. "Easy," he pants, putting a hand on my hip.

"Seriously?"

"I'll cum if you go too fast," he says.

"Goddamn, babe," I say with a laugh. "Hair-trigger today."

"Sorry," he says, tensing his whole lower body, clearly trying to hold back his orgasm. I can even feel his hole flexing around me.

I grunt a bit, nipping at his shoulder. "It's taking everything in my power to not fuck you right now," I tell him. "You've got me worked up."

"Just a minute," Gus says.

But I know I can't wait a minute. "I gotta pull out," I tell him, his pulsing heat threatening to make us both cum. I gently ease out of him, and both of us moan lightly.

Gus pauses for a second before saying, "Here." Once I fall out of him, he turns and kisses me, one hand taking the back of my head and the other going right to my cock. I groan against his lips as he starts stroking me slowly, his fingers making sure to stimulate every inch of me. Feeling myself throb in his grip, I deepen the kisses, sliding my tongue past his lips so that we're really making out.

As the kiss progresses, I feel Gus' hand slide down from the back of my head all the way to my ass. He gives one cheek a firm, playful grip -- and then, I feel his fingers dip deeper.

I grunt in surprise when I feel him touch my hole. Part of me thought there was some unspoken agreement that he's the bottom in this relationship. Never once has the idea of me being the recipient of any sort of assplay been part of the discussion.

"What are you doing?" I murmur against his lips.

I feel Gus smiling into the kiss. "Let me make you feel good," he says, circling my hole with the pad of his finger.

"I don't know, Gus," I say back -- but even as those words leave my mouth, I feel... tingly. This new sort of stimulation is already making my head feel a little dizzy. Even my cock likes the idea.

"You're really missing out," Gus tells me. "It drives me nuts."

"You're just good at being a bottom," I tease, and he nips my bottom lip in response.

"I'll make it good for you. I promise," he says. "Just let me try a few things, and you can tell me to stop, okay?"

I smirk a bit. "What brought this on?"

He laughs a little. "Honestly? I've been thinking about it for a while but when it gets time to try it, I just..."

"Just...?"

"Go into bottom mode," he suggests, and we both snort with laughter.

"'Cock-hungry,' one could say," I murmur.

"Whatever," he says, turning me around and pushing me down onto the bed. I grunt when I land on my stomach, glancing back at Gus with mild trepidation. The finger felt good... but what about the rest? What's that gonna be like?

Gus puts his hands on each of my cheeks and massages them a bit before prying them apart -- and I feel so exposed. I don't think anyone I've ever been with has seen my hole before. *I* don't even know what it looks like. It feels almost embarrassing having Gus get an unhindered view of my most intimate place, so much so that I nearly bow out.

But then, without any sort of hesitation, Gus leans down tongue-first and glides that slick muscle around the rim, and I forget all about embarrassment and hesitation and worry because holy fuck, that feels incredible. I moan out, clutching the bedspread as Gus increases the urgency behind his movements. He moves in circles, then up and down, then in a zig-zag formation, before planting a sloppy French kiss right on me. I feel my eyebrows shoot up, almost seeing stars. Now I'm feeling what Gus has felt all these months. No wonder he goes into bottom mode so easily.

Gus pulls up to say, "How's it feel?"

Quickly, I reach back and grab the back of his head, pulling him back into my ass. "Don't stop," I grunt, lifting my hips up. Just that little bit of stimulation on my cock sends me into overdrive, and I move my hand from Gus' head to my dick. Now I'm face-down-ass-up, stroking myself for all I'm worth while Gus starts to get more ravenous. Even he moans, so now all I hear (besides my own groaning) are his grunts and wet movements.

And then, I feel something more: his tongue entering me. I gasp a bit, my toes curling, my body both trying to move away and get his tongue deeper. It's so confusingly good, so electrifying, that I'm almost fumbling with myself, squirming like a madman. Never before have I had so little control over myself during sex. I'm usually so confident, so at ease. I know what I'm doing. But here? This is so foreign to me. All I can do is let myself be guided by the hands (and tongue) of my boyfriend.

This goes on for several delicious minutes. I keep having to pause my stroking, not wanting to prematurely spray my load all over the sheets. Soon, though, Gus pulls back for air and then drags his tongue up the length of my spine. Once at my neck, I turn to kiss him tongue-first. As we shift to where I'm on my back and he's on top of me, we kiss deeply, swapping my flavor back and forth. It feels so lewd, so nasty, and so fucking hot. I'm vibrating all over. What's going on with me?

Gus pants a bit, breaking the kiss and breathing heavily against my lips. "Can I fuck you?" he asks.

I don't even think about it. I just utter one word, almost like a command: "Yes."

He looks surprised, and he almost laughs. "Really?"

"Do it," I tell him. Out of nowhere, I'm more than willing. Part of me wants to satisfy that curiosity, curiosity that Gus has piqued so intensely and so suddenly. I want to feel what he feels. I've tried fingers on myself before and it merely felt dull and uncomfortable. Maybe I just needed someone else to really tap into that for me.

But the other part of me, I realize, is just gushing for Gus. I'm in love with him -- and when you're in love with someone, you give each other your whole selves, right? It sounds right in my head. I'll run with that.

Plus, now I get to see another side of Gus: the tender provider. Despite the urgency we both feel, Gus takes his time opening me up with lubed-up fingers. I squirm, constantly pawing at my cock. Eventually, he holds one of my wrists down on the bed while he eases his second finger in. He doesn't want me to cum so soon yet, either. He just wants me to focus on his fingers, on the way they stretch me out, the way they press insistently but sweetly against that magic button. I keep laughing and moaning, moaning and laughing. Is this what love *really* feels like? God, that's so corny to think.

And then, once he feels like I'm loosened up a bit, he coats his cock in lube and then positions himself between my legs. He pauses with his cockhead at my entrance and meets my eyes. "I love you."

I laugh, smiling warmly up at him. "I love you, too."

He smiles back at me, just as warmly, almost privately, like we're in public and he has to be discreet but still wants to show his affection. Fuck, he's so cute.

Then, Gus slowly pushes forward, and we connect. The more his cock stretches me out, the more my mouth opens wide. "Holy fuck," I grunt. It's shocking. Gus just keeps opening me up more and more. Is he really this thick? I stare up at the ceiling, amazed by what's happening. It definitely hurts a bit, but there's something more there that's stimulating me. It's not the depth of his cock, either. I think it's the rim. All that pleasure is centered right where our flesh meets, that first point of contact where he's stretching me out. Something about it is making my skin erupt in goosebumps. In fact, I have to let go of my cock so that I don't cum right away.

"You're so fucking tight," Gus grunts, and when I look at him, I see his clenching his jaw. He moves his hips very slowly, making my toes curl.

"You're so fucking thick," I grunt back.

"You feel okay?" he asks me, and when I look at him, his face is so full of genuine concern that my eyes nearly water.

In response, I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him down by the back of his head so that our lips lock. We both moan into the kiss as Gus grinds into me, styling his thrusts in a way that can only be described as making love. It's so intense that it feels like I'm right on the edge of orgasm the entire time, like Gus' careful thrusts are keeping me there, just barely threatening to tip me over.

What sends me into overdrive, though, is when he loses a bit of control. "Fuck, you feel so good," he gasps. Then, his eyes roll and he starts thrusting like he can't hold back. I moan out louder, loving how he's getting into it so much that I can't resist, either. I need to cum.

The thing is, I don't even think I have to touch myself. I feel it building, feel it filling my cock, and I know that this will be the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I just know it. Only two minutes into my first bottoming experience and I'm about to have the cum of a lifetime.

Gus almost ruins it, though. "Shit," he whispers, almost about to pull out.

Quickly, I wrap my legs around his hips to keep him secure. "Don't you dare fucking stop," I warn him, digging my heels into his ass to make him thrust again.

"But I'm gonna cum if--"

"Don't, Gus," I say again, adding extra steel to my voice. I'm not sure if I sound demanding or desperate, but luckily, Gus picks up on it. He continues working his hips, thrusting in and out of me, making my orgasm build until finally, when Gus leans down to kiss me, his stomach nudges my cock and catapults me into my climax. I nearly start crying. The orgasm is so powerful that my entire body shudders with force to rival that of our fucking. I keep twitching as if electrified, my cock pulsing and pulsing and pulsing, spilling out cum with what feels like no end in sight.

I think what helps elongate it is Gus finishing simultaneously. I'm barely cognizant of him throughout my orgasm, but I can hear his moans, his "I'm cumming" noises. He thrusts in deep and plants his cum inside of me, and that notion alone sends a rushing wave of goosebumps all over me.

When we both finish, we're both catching our breath. I don't know about Gus, but I'm still vibrating. I can still feel it in my toes and my fingertips. My extremities are lightly tingling and shaking, still feeling the aftereffects of a mind-blowing cum.

"Holy fuck," Gus says, panting as he laughs.

"Jesus fucking Christ," I whisper back, feeling winded when I laugh.

"That was..." Gus starts to say, but he can't find the word.

So, I offer a suggestion. "Fast?" I say with a chuckle.

He blushes but smiles. "You're too tight," he tells me.

"Maybe you need to work on your game," I fire back. "I mean, what was that? Two, three minutes? Did I even lose my virginity?"

"I'm gonna kill you," he says -- and then, he pounces. Suddenly, we find ourselves laughing and playfully wrestling, each of us trying to pin the other despite being absolutely exhausted from our explosive orgasms. Eventually, we find ourselves settling with lying side by side, limbs tangled up, faces close to each other. Gus rests an almost protective hand on my ass. "How was it?" Gus asks. "Really."

"It was... surprising," I tell him. "Confusing, really. The weirdest mix of 'I'm uncomfortable and this is too much" and 'Jesus Christ, don't stop, Lord, please don't stop."

Gus laughs. "Invoking the name of our Lord, I see," he playfully chastises.

"Not once but twice," I say, grinning.

"It's very serious then."

"It is," I say, chuckling before I kiss him again. "I'll be honest though... I'm a little mad at us for cumming so quick. I wanted to keep going."

Gus just hits me with a seductive grin. "You're telling me you don't have another one in you, Casanova?" he teases, grabbing my balls with a sure grip.

Instantly, I'm hard.