A few weeks after our eventful trip to pick up furniture with a special trail surprise, Taylor, Spencer, and I were preparing our New Year's Eve festivities. Due to COVID, a night out at the bars was not in the works, but we made the most of spending the night in. After a few hours of making dinner, playing board games, and debating whether the various permutations of Andy Cohen, Anderson Cooper, and Don Lemon had hooked up, we rang in the new year.
A few New Year's kisses later, we sat back down on the couch and began to relax with a final glass of champagne before turning in for the evening. After a short time watching the post-midnight shows, Taylor was feeling tired and decided to head to bed. Intending to follow him in a few minutes, Spencer and I stayed in the living room to wind down.
Absentmindedly running my hand over him as we watched some musical performance on the tv, I turned and leaned my head against Spencer's shoulder, tired but happy from a long day. Feeling his sweatshirt against mine, I nuzzled in. I felt surprised by the shape our relationship had taken. Almost a year earlier I was a third for him and Taylor in a one-night stand after a night out. Now, we spent every weekend together and something more than sex had risen from this dynamic. We made food, went on long bike rides together, watched movies, and generally made the most of a year that was seemingly difficult to find silver linings for.
"This is nice," I murmured into his chest as we lay there together.
"I agree," he whispered. "I'm glad I got to end the year with you here. It's been really special."
I assented by reaching out and grabbing his thigh with my hand before circling a pattern in his pants with my finger. Something about being this close to Spencer and feeling so strongly for him was always accompanied by an intense horninessÐthese romantic and sexual feelings so strongly aligned. I continued to circle my finger on the cotton of his sweatpants, slowly reaching closer and closer to his crotch. Spencer made no sound other than sharp exhales from his nose as the bulge in his pants grew bigger and firmer. My finger reached the edge of the rise in his pants but withdrew just as I was about to brush against his member.
I continued this dance for a couple minutes as we pretended to focus on the tv. Eventually I gave in and one circle of his thigh ended with a trail onto his dick, which immediately jumped upon contact. With my whole hand now, I rubbed back and forth on top of his bulge, finding all the hard sections hidden under the fabric. When I could tell Spencer couldn't take it anymore, I let him lift his legs onto the couch and lay back while I pulled his pants down and released my prize. Lifting his hard, hairy crotch toward me, I licked from the bush at the base of his cock to his tip, again feeling the anticipatory jump of his dick when my mouth neared the head. Not ready to give in yet, I moved my lips slowly back down his shaft, taking my time to inhale his scent.
After a few more rounds of teasing, I finally took him in my mouth fully, wetting his cock as much as I could without making a mess on the cough. Spencer breathed in deep every time I deep throated him, subconsciously pressing his dick even further down my esophagus. As my jaw began to get sore from doing its best to unhinge, he sat me up and pulled off my pants until I was sitting in my underwear. Without taking the underwear off, Spencer kneeled by the couch, wet his finger, pushed the cotton to the side and circled my hole with his finger.
I gasped once I felt the wet pressure on my most sensitive spot. Continuing to tease me with just the slightest of push into my hole, Spencer pulled my hard dick out the side of my underwear and took it in his mouth. I drew a sharp breath in, basking in the pleasure I was getting from two sides at this point. With his mouth still wetting my head, I felt more pressure as Spencer pushed his finger fully inside me. My brain was a mess as I felt the snug feeling of his finger pressing on all sides of my ass. Somehow this made my dick even harder which I could hear emanate as a moan of pleasure from inside Spencer's mouth.
With his finger slipping in and out of my hole, filling me up and getting me wet and loose, I knew I needed even more. I pushed his hand out of me.
"Not just the finger, I need you in me right now."
The familiar glint of desire overtook Spencer's eyes again as he knew what he was about to get. Without even getting off the floor, Spencer pulled my briefs off all the way for the first time and pulled my ass closer to the edge of the couch. The couch was the perfect height, and from a kneeling position, his cock lined up exactly with my ass. Spencer spat on his cock and rubbed the head up and down my hole.
"Fuck, you know exactly how to tease me," I half-moaned, half-whimpered. It was true, feeling Spencer's cock head slip past my hole was the most frustratingly sexy thing I've felt.
"I know," he said with a smile. "I love seeing you all get worked up."
With that, he thrust against my ass, angling his dick up and along the slickness of my perineum past my hole once more.
"Fuck, just fucking give it to me already." I cried out. Finally, he complied, pressing his dick all the way into me immediately. The long buildup to this moment made it the easiest thing in the world even without lube. My desire had reached a peak and my hole was ready to receive him.
Without a word, Spencer began pumping into me, through some unknown laws of physics given he was still kneeling on the floor. I couldn't even comprehend this because the ecstasy of being filled with his dick was all that could fit into my mind. I lay my head back and stared up at Spencer as his cock disappeared into me. This angle was hitting my prostate just right and my mind continued to turn to mush as all I could experience was the sensation of his pubes brushing against my ass as he bottomed out in me with every stroke.
It didn't take long before Spencer was pushing all the way in, leaning over me to get every millimeter of his cock inside me. I was lost in the haze, concentrating only on the look on his face as he bore his eyes into mine, mouth drawn into a hard line, looking like a primal human who just found his prey. The focus was intense, and we could both feel it. The need to fill and be filled.
With a final ramming push that I didn't even know was possible after the deep dicking he had just given, Spencer let loose inside me, shot after shot landing in my ass. He collapsed on top of me in a sweaty tangle, back on the couch where we had started after the ball dropped a half hour prior.
"Wow," I said.
"Wow," he agreed.
"Now that's one way to kick off the new year! I think we set the bar high for best fuck of 2021 right out of the gate."
Little did I know how right I was!