Another weekend at Spencer and Taylor's came. After staying over on Saturday night, we were lounging on Sunday morning before meeting up with friends later in the afternoon. While Taylor enjoyed a long shower, I had finally convinced Spencer to give me a massage. Sometimes three to a bed means feeling a little sore the next morning!
The bright morning sun shined through the window as Spencer had me undress and lie face down on the bed. Despite the morning sleepiness and relaxing vibe, I was already a little turned on. Even just being in the bed next to Spencer had me primed for pleasure.
As I buried my head in the pillow, I felt Spencer's hands near my neck. He slowly pushed down, spreading his fingers and rolling the heel of his palm until the muscles in my upper back were like putty in his hands. He continued to make small adjustments in placement while completing the same maneuver across my shoulder line before moving further down. The sensations were incredible, and my plump dick started to subside as I eased into relaxation.
After taking a brief detour to massaging my arms and paying special attention to my hands, Spencer moved to my lower back. Taking his time, he gave every inch of my back attention, unspooling all possible knotted muscles. Lifting his hands to just barely brush against my ass, making me twitch in potential anticipation, he then silently moved to my legs.
Another ten minutes passed as he prodded into my legs. My hamstrings were especially tight, so the attention was much appreciated. Without a word spoken we had entered into an easy silence, both too caught up in the glory of the massage to take away from the mood with light conversation.
After ending at my feet, Spencer sat back up into a kneeling position. Finally, after the bliss was complete, the second wave of pleasure was to come. He began kneading my ass, taking care to push up the cheeks and then spread them, getting a full circular motion in place that afforded glimpses of my hole. With his hands so close to a deeply pleasurable zone for me, I could feel myself growing hard under his touch.
With more strokes of my ass, I could hear sharper breaths from Spencer and knew he was as turned on as I was. Thankfully, though, we restrained ourselves and allowed the massage to continue at its glacial pace. After finishing with the ass massage, Spencer's fingers moved medially and found my crevice. Running his hands up and down, I couldn't help but twitch as I felt his fingers graze my hole. Finally, his fingers landed on the outside of my hole and started rubbing circularly, giving and retreating from pressure at random times. I couldn't anticipate what I would feel next, and it was causing precum to begin to leak from the tip of my dick.
Suddenly I felt Spencer's hands leave my body. With a pump of hand lotion from the bedside table, Spencer returned, and I felt the cold slick feeling as he pushed lotion against my hole, allowing a finger inside. With a gasp, I turned my head to look back at Spencer, but he shook his head. I returned to face the pillow and let the sense of touch rule over all my other senses.
One of Spencer's fingers continued to swirl inside me, circling around before pushing in further and further. My ass was eager at this point, eager to be filled, and I was opening up. With a push inward, I felt Spencer's finger graze my prostate and my dick jumped in response.
I was breathing heavily at this point, heavily attuned to the full-body response just one of his fingers was providing me with. Spencer continued to tease me, every so often pushing against my prostate once more and providing a shudder throughout my body. Eventually, more lotion was added, and a second finger joined the first. I was opening up quickly and doing my best to subconsciously send signals begging for more without ruining the blissful silence between us.
By this time, my dick was leaking heavily. I wasn't used to such care and time being dedicated to my pleasure, and it was ecstatic. Spencer's fingers became more forceful as he pushed harder and harder into me. This took me to a new level as I could barely contain my outbursts. The sensation radiated throughout me every time my prostate was glanced by one of his fingers. A third finger got added and I wasn't lying flat anymore; instead, my midsection was raised up as I greedily reached for more of Spencer to get inside of me.
At this point, I began to feel those pre-orgasm trembles, and I hadn't even touched my dick! Simply the sensation of Spencer's fingers was enough to bring me right up to the edge of orgasm. I continued in this twilight state for a few minutes as he relentlessly worked my hole. Finally, he withdrew his fingers, and I immediately felt an ache of absence. Thankfully, this period was short as I was made full again, this time with Spencer's dick. Sliding across the lotion lining my hole, he easily filled the contours of where his fingers had been only moments prior.
Spencer began to fuck me at the ferocious pace he had just been fingering me at, fulfilling an unspoken promise to me to continue the level of intensity he was providing. With my head still buried in the pillow, I relaxed into the bed as Spencer took over every aspect of my body. I couldn't feel anything in my arms, legs, head, my torso, nothing was taking over my nerves besides the relentless ache of Spencer pounding my hole. It was all-consuming.
Still without speaking, Spencer's breath became ragged, and he forced himself even deeper into me. With a last few strokes, he rammed me and finally began filling me up. I felt his weight as he collapsed down onto me while his dick pulsed a final time. Seeing that this was now time for my own release. I snaked one hand down to my own dick and within less than ten strokes I pushed myself over the brink I had been at for so long, releasing all my cum onto the sheets beneath me.
We laid there in silence for a few more moments, taking in the morning, the light, and the sticky feeling of our skins against each other.