Spin

Spin by RJ

This story is about a developing relationship between two young men who (in Chapter 1) met at a small get-together.

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~ Chapter 3 ~

As soon as we enter Gus's room, he swears and quickly rushes over to his laptop to shut it. But I saw what was on the screen. Porn. I got a few-second eyeful of a big-breasted girl holding a cock between her tits. I grin slightly at how embarrassed he looks. Was he jerking off before I showed up at his doorstep? It's not like he didn't know I was coming.

"Sorry," he says.

"You're good," I tell him, setting my bag down on his bed and then taking a seat on the edge of it. "I didn't mean to interrupt."

"I... You didn't," he says, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his head.

I just smirk. Not wanting to draw out his torment, I pull out my phone from my back pocket. "So I was looking at the footage I got and apparently I got one of you scoring a pretty sick goal."

"Really?" Gus asks, looking interested. "Lemme see." He comes over and sits right next to me. As close as we could possibly get. Our arms and legs are right up against each other and everything.

"Here." I pull up the video and hand him my phone, but I lean in close so we both can watch. Today, I accompanied Gus to one of his hockey games. He plays recreationally, so it's nothing serious, but just from what I saw, I bet he could be professional if he wanted to be. I'd stake money on it. He wasn't kidding when he said he has a thing for winter sports, because damn, this kid can skate. It was awesome to see him in his element, and I was everything you need in a supportive fangirl: loud and full of praise -- like when he wove through the other team's defense to land a trick shot in spectacular fashion. He probably hated me for being so purposefully obnoxious but even I could see him smiling when he skated by me.

"Damn, that did look pretty cool," he says, laughing.

"That was some pro shit, man," I say, nudging him with his arm. "Give yourself some credit."

He just laughs. "Sure." Then he smiles at me. "Thanks for coming, by the way. Means a lot."

"Hey, I'm just glad I finally got to see you in action," I say. "You were pretty impressive."

He just shrugs, being his normal modest self. "All in a day's work," he says. Then he looks at me again, but a little harder.

There's another one of those moments. Where something could happen just from one of us taking the first step. It's a cycle with us, I've noticed. We've only messed around twice since the grad party, and both of those times resulted from a long build-up of evident sexual tension. It's like hooking up is a relief, and we're calm again until the tension slowly starts building. And build it has. Even just today, on the train back from the rink, something happened. The cart was pretty packed, so we stood together, holding onto the same pole. The thing was, his hand was level with my crotch. And I took notice. I nudged my bulge against his knuckles once, then again, and only after I prodded him a third time did he respond, discreetly nudging back against me through my sweatpants. Then he got a hint bolder and actually grabbed my dick through the fabric. I almost moaned and started to get hard from the groping, my heart pounding from exhilaration.

Our dynamic is so interesting to me, because I don't know how to label it. Not that it really needs a label, per se. I'm happy with just going with the flow. But I've never been this intimate with a male friend, so I'm always wondering "What's going on?" We're friends. Good friends. That much is obvious. Does that make us friends with benefits or something? We don't even fool around that often to really be called that. But still, I think there's a deeper, undeniable attraction between us that we just don't really discuss.

I've been itching to fool around with him again. I want to explore his body, and I want him to explore mine. And I'm sure he does too. He gets that glassy look in his eyes sometimes -- like right now. All it would take is for me to just lean in and start kissing him and he wouldn't complain. But the night is still young.

"You mind if I shower quick before we get this party started?" I ask.

"If you like cold showers, go for it," he says, giving me a sad look.

I wince. "No hot water again?"

"Nope. The neighbors are thinking of going mafia on the landlord if it happens again," he says with a laugh.

"I can't promise I can bail you outta jail when that happens so maybe stay out of it," I say, grinning as I stand up. I make a point to unnecessarily squeeze his upper thigh as I get to my feet, grab my bag off the floor, and set it on the bed.

"I'll try," he says with a little chuckle, watching me. "Changing?" he asks when he sees me pull out a pair of sweatpants.

"Yeah, might as well get comfy," I say, considering it's closer to 9PM.

"Good idea." Gus hops off his bed too and heads over to his dresser, following my lead. We both start stripping out of clothes we wore during the day, very clearly eyeing each other when any sort of skin is exposed. I lick my lips ever so slightly as Gus strips down to his boxers and merely swaps out his shirt for a simple-looking tee. I trade my jeans for sweatpants and shift into a tank top, feeling Gus's eyes on me as I stuff my clothes back into my bag and then get cozy on the bed again. I watch him as he grabs the controller for the Nintendo Switch. "Zelda?"

I grin. "Hit me," I say, holding my hands open and catching the controller he tosses to me. As I load up the game, Gus sits down next to me, resting his back against the wall, and I see that his shirt actually has a little logo on it. I can't tell exactly what it is, though since it's all crumpled up. "Breast cancer awareness?" I ask, pointing to his chest.

He looks down and I guess realizes that he's wearing this shirt. "Oh yeah," he says, nodding and tugging on his shirt to smooth out the logo. "Gotta support. Although my aunt always said this whole company is a scam," he adds with a thoughtful expression.

I laugh. "Really? Why?"

"Apparently Susan Komen or whoever actually promotes cancerous sort of dieting on the main website or something," he says with a shrug. "I don't know. My aunt used to say that all the time."

"I mean, it's a company, isn't it?" I ask as I load up my game file.

"Yeah," he says. "A big one at that. Plenty of room for corruption."

"I wouldn't be surprised. I mean, people capitalizing on health issues? Unheard of," I say sarcastically, and Gus chuckles. "She an insider or something?"

"More or less," he says. "She had breast cancer."

"Oh shit," I say, ignoring the game for a moment. "I'm sorry."

He just laughs at the face I'm making. "She's still alive, dude, don't look so upset."

I snort. "You should have led with that," I say, hitting his thigh before I turn back to the game and start exploring.

"Sorry," he says, smiling. "Nah, she's alive and well. Big conspiracy theorist, though, but she's smart. She's a biochemist actually," he adds, glancing at me. "You two might have things to talk about."

"The last thing I wanna do is talk to a scientist," I grumble.

He laughs. "She's cool, I promise." Then he nudges me with his elbow. "How's school going anyway? Did your fancy new process work?"

"Nope," I say grimly, sighing a bit. I had told him that I came up with a radical (possible) way of making some significant progress on my research. But of course, it was a failure. That's the nature of scientific research and experimentation. Trial and error until something sticks.

"I'm sorry, man," he says.

"It's okay. I chose this," I say with a bitter laugh. "If you ever wanna go to grad school and do something that's painstakingly slow and tells you 'No' all day long, try chemistry." And that's the truth. It's hard to see an end goal working in this field, especially if you're trying to get your PhD within a reasonable span of time.

He pats my thigh gently. "You'll figure it out. You're smart."

"None of us are smart enough, trust me," I say with a laugh. "I just need a vacation."

Gus thinks for a moment before saying "Well, I don't have a vacation for you, but I might have a little surprise..."

I glance at him curiously before he smiles and hops off the bed, heading towards his dresser. He opens the top drawer, digs in for a moment, and then pulls out a plastic baggie with what look to be brownies. Which can only mean one thing... "Edibles?" I say with a laugh.

He chuckles. "Yeah. Want one? I made 'em myself."

"Jesus, you're such a stoner," I tease, pausing the game and sitting up.

"Do you want one or not?"

I lick my lip slightly. It's not really my thing, but I guess it might be fun if Gus tags along. I've never had a decent edible before, and Gus knows what he's doing. "Maybe," I say. "Only if you do too."

"Well, yeah, that's the point," he says, hopping on the bed next to me and opening the baggie. Immediately it reeks of weed, and I recoil a bit. How do people smoke this shit so often? I've only done it a fair few times and am satisfied with that.

He reaches inside and grabs a brownie, breaking it in half. "That's it?" I ask, my mouth watering a bit. The brownie itself looks damn good. I could body a few of those.

"That's all you need," he says, taking the other half and popping it in his mouth without a moment's hesitation. "Don't wanna overdo it."

Fair. I almost forgot how this works. I just chuckle a bit, turning the brownie over in my fingers to look at it from a different angle before shrugging and popping the whole thing in my mouth. I chew slowly, moaning slightly from the taste. "Damn, this is a good brownie," I say, and Gus laughs as he swallows. It melts right in my mouth, and doesn't taste so heavily of weed that it detracts from the chocolate flavor. I swallow it down and lick my lips, smiling. "Now what?"

"Now, we wait," he says, smiling.

It does take quite some time. We play video games for maybe an hour before I start to feel it. And I only notice it after Gus and I start laughing at something that was particularly unfunny. For some reason we found it hilarious, and that's when I realize: I'm fucking high. It starts with my head, and I feel both sleepy and awake at the same time. It confuses me, but it feels kind of nice. A little too floaty for my liking, but at least I feel calm.

"There it is," Gus says, pointing at my face.

"What?"

"That look. You're high."

I laugh harder than I mean to. "Yeah, I think so." He just grins at me. "How long will it last?" I ask.

"If I got the consistency right, maybe a couple hours?"

"Jesus Christ," I say, laughing.

"You'll be okay," he says, giggling. "I'll protect you."

We abandon the game after a few moments from lack of focus and instead find ourselves talking. And in an expansive way at that. We start to hit broad topics like existence and religion and consciousness and our place in the world. I'm fully aware that whatever I'm saying probably just sounds incredibly intelligent to me right now only because of the drugs, but regardless, it's still interesting to debate these things with someone who is on the same level of mental capability as me. Gus, interestingly enough, believes in fate -- something that I'm pretty much against believing.

"Do you think we met for a reason, then?" I pose.

"Sure, why not?"

I shrug. "I don't think we met for a future reason," I say. "I think we just happened to meet. And we made the best of it."

"Maybe I'm just a little more spiritual than you are," he says.

"I'm not the slightest bit spiritual, so yeah," I say, laughing. "I am very glad we met though."

He blushes and smiles a little wider. "Me too," he says. "You're hard to get to know, though."

That comes as a surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah. You tend to dodge certain personal questions. Plus you don't talk about yourself a lot. Which is a nice change, honestly," he says.

I laugh. It's true. I don't really go out of my way to discuss my personal life, but I am pretty open and candid when the conversation allows it. Or at least, I thought I was. "I didn't realize I was hard to get to know."

"It's not that," Gus says, shaking his head and trying to correct himself. "It's more like... You're good at asking questions, and I'm not," he says. "It's hard for ME to get to know you. Or... I don't know," he says, laughing as he confuses himself. "Maybe I'm wrong. I think I just wanna know... everything about you, you know?"

I smile. "Yeah, I know," I say. "Slow and steady, though, right?"

He blushes and smiles. "Sure."

I lick my lips slightly. "Do you feel like you know me yet? In a general sense."

He pauses and stares before nodding. "Yeah, I'd say so."

"I could say the same about you," I say, gesturing vaguely to him. "Hell, I feel like I learned a lot about you that first night we hung out."

"Oh God," he says, hiding his face with one hand and laughing. "Like what?"

I list them off with my fingers, grinning at the first thing I say. "That you're an intimate kisser, so probably an intimate person; that you don't drink, but you smoke, which I still don't understand, by the way; that you're a self-proclaimed serial monogamist, which actually says a lot about your character; and that you're a self-sucker."

Gus bursts out laughing at that last one. "I regret bringing that up."

"Don't," I say with a little chuckle.

He glances at me slightly before asking "Does that say anything about my character?"

I shrug. "Flexibility?" I suggest, and we both fall into another round of laughter.

"I should've seen that coming."

I smirk a bit, glancing him over. "Can I be blunt for a second?"

He's blushing a little more now, looking nervous and intrigued. "Sure...?"

"I kinda wanna see it."

"See what?"

"You," I say simply, cocking my chin towards his crotch. His face gets a little redder now. "You gave me a rough demonstration that night but... I wanna see the real thing," I say coyly, trying to keep my grin under wraps.

He licks his lips a bit, laughing nervously. "I don't know, Jackie..."

"You don't have to if you really don't want to," I tell him. "No pressure. I'm just curious."

He gazes at me for a moment before rubbing his face. "Why do I get so embarrassed around you?"

"To be fair, you'd probably be embarrassed around anybody with this," I tease.

He laughs. "I guess." Then he swallows thickly. "You really wanna see?"

"I really wanna see."

He laughs a little harder before staring at me for a few moments. Then, he lets out a breath through his nose and says "Alright." My heart starts racing. He agreed? I feel my cock tingling a bit in my underwear, and I bite my lip as a blushing Gus spins around to point his head towards the edge of the bed and put his feet on the wall. As he shimmies forward, he grunts until he's at a good angle to get into proper position. "I'm gonna regret this," he mutters before hooking his fingers in his underwear and pulling his boxers down mid-thigh. Then, he swings his legs back.

I roll onto my stomach to get a good view, watching his cock dangle just above his face. He's already pretty close, but he's soft right now -- and he realizes this before he returns back to a normal position. His feet hit the wall and he rests his legs against it as he catches his breath. "Forgot, I need to be... hard and whatnot."

"'And whatnot'," I say with a grin, watching him grab himself.

"Gimme a moment," he says, his eyes closed as he feels himself up. I take this opportunity to ogle him as his hand massages his cock, his other hand going lower to tug on his balls. He stays soft for a while, and just as I'm about to consider giving him a little assistance, he chubs up more. He's stroking much faster now, his eyes shut so tightly that it seems like he's focusing far too intently on some image. What's he thinking about? Is it narcissistic to hope it's me?

When he's finally got a decent hard-on going, he quickly swings his legs over his head, his cock swinging over his face. Now, with just a little shift, he can reach the head of his cock. He lifts his head up more and takes it into his mouth, and my jaw drops a bit. Fuck, this is... hot. Gus closes his eyes, sucking on the head of his cock more like he's sucking on a bottle than anything else before I see his tongue dart around the ridges quickly. With one hand, he strokes the base of his cock, trying to tug it deeper into his mouth. I push my hips into the mattress a little, feeling incredibly turned on.

But it doesn't last too long. He pulls away with another heavy sigh and lets his feet slam against the wall again as he relaxes. "Fuck, that's exhausting," he says, laughing a bit.

"I thought you've gotten plenty of practice in," I say with a grin.

"I told you, I don't do it much," he says, running his fingers through his hair before he looks at me. "I just... you know..." Then he makes a jacking motion towards his face. "When I'm in the mood." Then he laughs when he sees the way I arch my eyebrow and get a little excited. "Before you ask, no, I'm not gonna show you."

"Oh c'mon," I say, laughing. "Why not?"

"It's embarrassing."

"You already did the deed. Might as well finish," I say with a grin.

"That's different."

"Sure, but it's only me."

He blushes a bit, laughing. "You think you're special?"

"Sure, why not?" I say, grinning. "Same boat, remember? And we've done everything besides fuck, basically," I point out. "No need to be embarrassed about a little solo action."

"I guess," he says, and then his eyes scan my face before he asks "Do you think we'll ever go that far?"

I can't help but grin slightly. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't daydreamed about that very thing before. On multiple occasions. "I think it's inevitable, at this point."

He looks at me, and I see his Adam's apple twitch as he swallows. "Yeah?"

"Sure," I say, smiling at him.

He laughs a little, both playfully and nervously. "How would we, uh... go about that?"

I laugh. "I don't know," I say. It's not like I've gone this far with a guy before. But it can't be that different. "We could just figure it out as we go," I say.

"But there are... logistics to this thing," he says.

I snort. "Logistics?"

"Yeah, like, who's the catcher in this scenario?"

So he HAS thought about it. "Probably you," I say with a smirk, and he laughs, his face red.

"Why me?"

"I think you'd be good at it," I tease, and we both chuckle before, suddenly, his bedroom door swings open. Gus quickly covers his cock with his shirt, pulling the hem down over his crotch as his little brother comes waltzing into the room, glancing between us both.

"You're supposed to knock first, Gabe," Gus says with a sigh. I get the sense that this isn't the first time his kid brother has barged in unexpectedly.

"Sorry," he says.

"What do you want?"

"I wanna watch Spiderman."

"So go watch Spiderman," Gus says, still tugging at the hem of his shirt to keep himself decent. Gabe doesn't seem to realize Gus's boxers are slightly off.

"Watch it with me," Gabe asks, giving his best pouty face. I start laughing. I bet that puppy-dog look works wonders on his mom.

"I have a friend over, Gabe," Gus says, trying to adjust himself out of view.

Gabe turns to me. "You can watch it too," he says, coming up with a solution.

Gus sighs heavily again before looking at me with an apologetic smile. "How do you feel about Spiderman?"

I chuckle, playing along. "I love Spiderman," I say, and Gabe grins.

When Gus finally agrees, Gabe runs off into the living room to set things up. Gus pulls his boxers up, doing the old waistband trick on his boner before he hops out of bed. He apologizes to me again but I shrug it off. I don't mind. I've always been an only child, so the sibling bond is something I hold to high esteem. And Gabe is a sweet enough kid. I don't mind spending an hour and a half of my time watching a movie (though I have to do the same waistband trick before I follow behind Gus).

Gabe doesn't last that long, though. The three of us make popcorn and grab the biggest blanket they have before getting cozy on the couch (Gabe requested he sit in the middle) and watching the film. It's not half-bad. Not really my type of movie, but it's entertaining, and Gabe is an enthusiastic viewer. Maybe an hour into the movie, though, Gabe's commentary starts to dwindle, and when I notice he's been silent for a while, I look down to see that he's completely fallen asleep against my arm.

"Pssst," I say, glancing at Gus. He looks at me and then at his brother before laughing.

"I figured he'd pass out."

"What do I do?" I ask, not wanting to wake him.

Gus slides off the couch carefully, leaning over to gently scoop his hands under his little brother's armpits. As he lifts him up, he grunts but manages to maneuver him pretty easily, hugging him to his body. "Can you cut the movie? I'm gonna go lie him down."

"What, you don't wanna finish it?" I tease, and when he rolls his eyes, I laugh, watching him head down the hallway before I get up. I go as far as pausing the DVD player. I'm unsure as to how to turn their television off, though, especially since they lost the remote for it.

I hear a door shut and then Gus comes back into the living room. "You good?" he asks, standing behind the couch and resting his hands on the back of it.

"Your TV makes no sense," I say with a laugh. "Where are all the buttons?"

He chuckles. "On the bottom, under the screen."

"UNDER the screen?" I furrow my brows as I feel around, finding a couple buttons on the bottom. "Fucking weird," I say, and Gus laughs as I finally manage to find the right button. "There."

"I'm proud of you," he teases before running his fingers through his hair. "Well, Gabe's out like a light, so... What do you wanna do?"

I get this sudden, almost irresistible urge to kiss him. That's what I wanna do right now. But I just shrug.

"You tired yet?" he asks.

"Not really," I say, smiling a bit, stepping closer to the couch.

"Okay, cool. How about hungry? I can whip up something qui--" But he's cut off by me kneeling on the couch, leaning forward, and kissing him directly on the mouth. He lets out one little moan and then laughs a bit against my lips. But he doesn't move away. He even rests a hand on my arm as I reach out to grab him. Guess that urge of mine was more irresistible than I anticipated.

I tug on him a little harder, pulling him into the couch more and more until he's practically leaning over it. He laughs, and I break the kiss, saying "Come over here." Without hesitation, he hops over the back of the couch and joins me, both of us sitting and going right back to making out. Hands start to roam and giggles start to be replaced by more moans. And my cock is definitely responding to him.

I start to lean into him more, and before I know it, I'm completely on top of Gus, rubbing against him as our lips lock together. Why does he taste so good right now? Maybe I'm still high. I honestly can't tell, but his tongue feels extra wet against mine and has this sweet and salty flavor to it. I want more. I even manage to suck on his tongue gently, and he grabs onto my sides in response, raising his crotch against mine. Boy, he's hard. Rock fucking solid. And I'm right there with him.

I pull back lightly, smiling against his lips. "I wanna fuck you," I admit, giving him a little grinding motion. "I really, really wanna fuck you, Gus."

Gus just laughs slightly. It's pretty dim in here, but I'm sure he's blushing.

"Can I?"

He smiles just a little, still laughing nervously. Maybe the weed hit him harder than it hit me and that's why he's so quick to giggle. But I grin when he says "Okay."

"Yeah?"

He nods, gripping my tank top with tight fists. "But not here. Let's go back to my room."

I get off of him and help him to his feet before following him down the hallway. I keep my eyes on his ass as we walk, fully aware that I'm sporting a major tent in my sweatpants. Once we get into his room, I shut (and lock) the door behind me as Gus reinitiates kissing. He presses me against the door, moving his lips in a slow, deep fashion. I let him grip the hem of my tank top and take my shirt off, and he smiles slightly before kissing me again. I wrap my arm around him a bit and we slowly, through kisses and touches, make our way to the bed.

I end up practically falling on top of him, and we both laugh for a moment before I put my lips on his again. We shift our bodies more comfortably towards the center of the bed and start slowly grinding against each other. Gus's breaths get increasingly pant-like, and I playfully nip at his bottom lip when he's too distracted to kiss back. I can feel the heat radiating from his crotch, and when I slide my hand between us to grab him through his boxers, he gasps out, clutching onto my hair so tightly that he thinks he pulls too hard.

"Sorry!" he says, biting his lip.

I just smile. "You're okay." I lick my lips slightly, groping him a few times before I decide it's time to get to work. I slide down his body, getting between his legs and lifting the waistband of his boxers. I tug them down and hold them in place under his balls with one hand so that, with my other hand, I can take a firm hold of his cock. I almost laugh when I wrap my fingers around it. He's so fucking warm. And hard. I don't think I'VE ever been this hard. Maybe Gus just has really fucking strong erections for no reason.

I glance up at him once to see him starting down at me before I lean in, part my lips, and take the head of him into my mouth. Immediately I'm treated to a drop of precum, and I lap at the slit with my tongue before taking him deeper. Gus swears softly, resting a hand across his forehead as he closes his eyes and lets me take over. I smile around his cock slightly. I want to make him feel good, so I start working him a little deeper. Once he hits the back of my throat, I cough a bit and try again. All it takes is a little shift of his hips and an inch or more slides right into my throat. He whimpers a bit and I hold as long as I can before I have to pull off as to avoid gagging.

Gus sits up and quickly removes his shirt. In response, eager to remove all his clothing, I grab his boxers and start tugging. When he leans back and lifts his ass up, I can pull them completely off his legs. Now he's fully naked in front of me, and I suddenly realize that I haven't seen him like this before. In his full glory. Every time we've hooked up before, it's been either in the dark or with most of our clothes on. Fuck, he's a little stud. Far more in shape than I am. Shapely pecs. Toned abdominals. Strong arms and powerful thighs. He has a little hair around each nipple as well -- brownish curls that match his natural pubes. I lick my lips as my eyes scan his nude form.

"Your turn," I hear him say.

I look up at his face. "Huh?"

"Your turn," he repeats, nudging my sweats with his foot. "Take these off."

I grin. "Patience, my friend," I say before I lean back down. He doesn't stop me as I kiss the head of his cock and slowly make my way down his shaft until I get to his balls. I take my time with those, because I knows he likes them played with. I lap at them slowly, inhaling his slightly musky scent. It's almost a rush, and it only entices me to continue taking of his nuts into my mouth and sucking slowly until I pull back with a little "Pop!" noise.

When I let my tongue dart lower and slide across his taint, I notice Gus opens his legs a little more for me. I wonder... Will he let me? Instead of just working my way lower with my tongue, I take things up a notch by grasping the back of his thighs and pushing his legs back with one smooth motion. He gasps slightly but doesn't protest, even with his hole perfectly on display for me. And what a nice hole it is. At least, my cock certainly thinks so. As soon as I come face-to-face with it, I feel my dick throb a few times, clearly aching to be inside him. He has the nicest, cutest, pink little hole. The only difference between his and, say, any random chick's is that he's got a little bit of hair around it.

But that doesn't detract my desire. If anything, it heightens it. New ground. I lean down, looking right at him as my tongue makes contact with his hole. He gasps out, slightly attempting to pull away, but I persist. Once, twice, three times. Then I keep my tongue firmly planted on him, running it in extremely slow circles and spirals. Fuck, he tastes good. Tastes good, feels good, looks good... This guy is just all good.

I pull back slightly, licking my lips. "Anyone ever do this to you before?" I ask him.

He shakes his head. "No."

I grin. "How's it feel?"

"Fuckin' good," he says, and I laugh a little before getting back to work. Gus tries to keep a little quiet as to not wake his brother next door. But the door is locked, so there's no chance we'll be walked in on. I keep a firm grip on him as I keep my mouth right on his hole, lapping and kissing it before he's opened up enough for me to tongue-fuck him slightly. That gets his toes really curling. He strokes himself slowly as I salivate over him. I can even feel my spit dripping down my chin and probably down his spine, at this point. Which is fine. The wetter, the better.

I set him down with a sigh, taking a breath and wiping my lips with the back of my wrist. "Turn over for me," I tell him, and he does so, giving me the nicest fucking view of his ass from the back. He has an ass I could just bury my face in and not have a care in the world. I run my hands over those thick, juicy mounds of his, both in perfect proportion to the rest of his body and not to muscular that it's unseemly or feels too hard. It's just everything I want right now. "Fuck, dude," I say with a laugh.

"What?" he asks, looking back, sounding as if he's worried.

"Nothing. You just have a fucking great ass."

"Oh." I look up and see Gus (as expected) all red in the face before I give his ass a good slap and then lean down to press my face between those cheeks of his. He moans out, sitting up on his elbows and grinding his crotch into the bed as I rim him deeply, keeping a hand on each cheek at all times. I come up for air when I need it, but otherwise, for the next five or so minutes, all I'm doing is eating this boy out and loving every second of it.

But I'll need some relief of my own soon. I pull back after my chin is especially damp with spit and decide to play around a little bit. I rub my thumb between his cheeks and press right against his hole. Gus lets out the tiniest moan before I suck on my middle finger to get it wet and then push against his opening. He takes me in without much of a struggle, finally letting out a moan when I'm two-knuckles deep.

"Feel okay?" I ask.

"Y-yeah," he says, half-glancing back at me as I slowly work my finger back and forth.

Good. That's all the encouragement I need. I pull my finger away before undressing myself. Gus looks back at me as I pull off my sweats and underwear in one go, tossing them to the floor as my cock swings heavily between my legs. It feels denser than it has ever felt before. I get behind him, grabbing onto his hip as I mount him and grind against his ass a bit. Fuck, I'm so eager to be inside him. This is it. This is what I've been fantasizing about for a while now. All those little daydreams after the first time we sucked each other off. All I could think about was "Are we gonna take it further?"

I spit down on my cock and rub it in nicely before slapping my cock against Gus's wet hole. Here goes nothing. I bite my lip as I rub against him and then push forward, watching intently. My lips part as I watch his hole slowly engulf the head of my cock, feeling a rush of warmth spreading from the tip of my member to the rest of my body. I lean over him now as I push into him a little deeper, keeping it slow considering how fucking tight he is. It's like a fucking vice. I've never fucked a hole this snug.

I moan deeply into his neck once I'm nearly fully-there. I'm impressed with Gus. He's taking it like a fucking champ. The only noises I've heard him make were an initial grunt and then slight whimpers, but he's clutching the blanket in tight fists. When I push forward a little more though, he grunts a little louder.

"You okay?" I ask, pausing.

"Yeah, just gimme a sec," he says in a tense voice.

I rub his side soothingly to help him relax before a thought hits me. Are we insane? How am I busting this dude's cherry with just spit? How did neither of us bring this up before? "Do you have any lube or anything?"

"What?" he asks, looking back. "Oh yeah. Um..." He thinks for a moment before saying "In there," pointing towards his dresser where he pulled out his edibles. I slowly remove myself from him, hopping off the bed and checking out his dresser. I glance in his underwear drawer, but underneath the boxers and briefs, he has some goodies, including more drug paraphernalia and what looks to be like one of those Pocket Pussies. I grab the little bottle of lube though, leaving the rest before I come back to bed.

"We should've thought about this earlier," I say, popping the cap.

"I didn't even consider it," he says with a laugh before moaning softly at the feeling of me now fingering him with nicely-lubed fingers. "Damn, that's way better," he says breathily, and I grin as he pushes back against me. Now I'm eager to get back to work. I lube up my cock next, putting on an even coat before I mount him for the second time, target myself, and then ease right in.

I can sense the difference on his part right away. I slide in much more easily -- not just because of the lube, but because he is more comfortable. He relaxes more and lets me in. He lets out a long, low groan as I gently work myself into him until my hips meet his ass. There, I hold myself in place.

"Fuck," he moans, laughing slightly when I press a little deeper. He looks back at me a bit. "You feel even bigger than you look, man."

"Sorry," I say with a little chuckle. "You're handling it pretty well, though." Like I playfully suspected.

"I can tough it out," he says, letting out another half-laugh-half-grunt when I give him that first thrust. I start gradually moving my hips, feeling out for a good rhythm that's not too much for him to handle but enough for me to get a good fuck in. I settle with a moderate pace while making sure I don't push in too deep. Not yet, at least. I want him to get used to this feeling. But me? I'm past used to it. God, I feel fucking amazing, absolutely loving how silky Gus is on the inside and how sexy his body feels under mine. It's so different from what I'm used to, still. Usually it's a slim, feminine figure, but Gus is the opposite of that. And it's a change that I'm perfectly okay with, if it means I get to feel this good.

Gus lifts himself up more on his hands and knees a bit while I'm thrusting, and I arch my brow before he turns his head and asks if he can get on his back. I pull out and let him flip himself over. When he opens his legs for me, I get in between, sliding myself right back in as he takes a hold of his cock. He moans out loudly before biting his lip to keep quiet, but in this position, I'm able take things up a notch a bit more easily. I move just a little faster, with a little extra force, my hips bumping harder against his ass each time I bottom out.

It feels even better like this. Plus, I get to watch Gus work himself over, stroking hard, red in the face still. He keeps his legs up as I hold onto his sides and keep a steady rhythm, heating up tremendously. I'm probably working up a bit of a sweat but I keep at it, not wanting to stop. I alter my thrusts now and again to keep edging, enjoying this far too much to let a quick orgasm end things early.

Gus surprises me though. He's been stroking himself at a steady rhythm too, letting out little grunts and whimpers until finally, he mutters "I'm gonna cum."

"Really?" I ask, looking down at his hand. I don't know why it comes as a shock, though. Of course he's going to cum. That's the point.

"Yeah," he says in a slightly higher-pitched voice.

I bite my lip before saying "Wait for me." I focus a little harder, closing my eyes for a bit to block that sense. All my attention is centered on my cock, now, how he feels inside, and how his body feels in my grip. Since I've been edging, it doesn't take long for me to get close. When I open my eyes and look down to see Gus gripping his cock tightly to hold off on cumming, I'm brought right to the edge.

I grunt a bit, looking up at him. "Ready?"

"I'm right there," he says, half-laughing.

I give him a few more hard thrusts before quickly pulling out and immediately starting to cum. I moan with relief, stroking out my load onto his cock, hand, arm, and stomach. As I'm doing so, Gus quickly brings himself to an intense climax, his whole body tensing as he teeters at the edge until the cum bursts from the tip of his dick with surprising velocity and reach. That first splatter actually ends up all the way to his face, and both of us burst out into laughter even as we're milking out the remainder of our loads.

It's hard to catch my breath in the middle of laughing, but eventually I relax enough as I watch Gus wipe jizz away from his eye with the back of his hand. "Nice shot," I tease.

"Shut up," he says, licking his lips almost absentmindedly to get the cum off his bottom lip. That makes my cock twitch for some reason, and I see another drop of cum ooze out. Gus takes a few deep breaths to try and relax more quickly before looking up at me and smiling slightly. We just look at each other for several moments of silence, realizing what we just did. "Well..."

I chuckle. "Well," I repeat, still nestled between his legs.

"We did it."

"The inevitable."

He laughs before scooching over slightly and then patting the space next to him. I smirk before moving to lie down next to him, resting on my side. He cozies up to me as soon as I'm comfortable, sliding a leg between mine and getting the front of his body as close to mine as possible. "I like to cuddle after sex," he says, "so you'll have to get used to that."

I laugh as he puts my hand on his side. I do him one better and reach around to his back, pulling him even closer before I rest my hand on his lower back. Just above that pretty ass of his. I'm tempted to grab it, but I practice a little restraint for now. Gus puts his head between my shoulder and my neck and I smile, resting my face in his hair. We're both lightly sweaty and still waiting for our heartrates to go back to normal, but damn, I feel relaxed. Get used to this? Why'd he say that like it's a bad thing? I could easily fall asleep like this...

I'm groggy as all hell when I wake up in the morning. I stir slightly with a little moan before sensation comes back in pieces: I'm naked, I'm warm, I'm under a blanket, and there's a body next to me that I have my arm draped over it.

"I thought you'd never wake up," I hear Gus say, and I blink a few times before my eyes can focus on anything. Gus is lying with me, his phone in his hand. It looks like he might have gotten up at some point because his underwear and t-shirt are back on as he lies on top of the blanket beside me. He must have just been diddling around on his phone waiting for me.

"What time is it?"

He checks. "Almost 11."

"Jesus," I say, laughing. "I slept like a fucking rock," I add, burying my face in his shoulder.

He laughs a little. "Good," he says, giving my hair a little pet.

I hum a little when he does, feeling myself relax all over again before I start to remember what happened before we went to bed. I grin slightly as I close my eyes and replay the memory. "So," I start to say, "last night..."

When I look at Gus, he has a minor tinge of red in his cheeks. "That was something," he says with a little smile.

"That's for sure," I say. "You feeling alright?"

"Sore," he says with a playful grimace before laughing. "But, um... Yeah. I feel... good." He seems almost embarrassed to say that. Which I find strangely cute. "What about you?"

I snort. "I'm not the one who took a dick up his ass, Gus."

He blushes more. "I just mean, how do you feel about... everything?"

I smile. "Great."

"Great?"

"Great," I repeat.

He looks a little relieved. "Good," he says, nodding to himself. Then he sets his phone down on the bed and then shifts onto his side to face me. "Not to be that guy, but... you're clean, right?"

I furrow my eyebrows. "Well, I haven't showered since--"

"No, no," he says, cutting me off. "Clean like, sexually. STIs. HIV. All that."

"Oh!" I feel stupid for not realizing what he was talking about at first, but I just woke up. I'm still half-asleep. I didn't even remember that we didn't use a condom. We must have been pretty fucked up if we forgot both condoms and lube. "Yeah, I'm clean."

Seems like that was all he needed to hear, because he looks relieved. "Okay, good. Sorry for asking," he says. "I'm usually not... I usually play it safe, you know?"

"Don't apologize for that," I say. "It's good to play it safe."

"Well, yeah," he says, nodding in agreement. "But, I don't know. I trust you, is all I'm trying to say."

I can't help but smile, even if it's sleepily. "I trust you too."

He looks down between us for a moment and I get the urge to spill my feelings. Whatever those feelings are. Clearly there's something between us, right? If I'm thinking about Gus when he's not there, or daydreaming about being with him, whether or not it's in a sexual manner, that has to mean something. Dare I say romantic? I think we'd fit well together. We're both not the type to be the cushy, lovey, publically affectionate type of guys. We just want something private, personal, and intimate. Which seems to be the path that we're taking, even if we're not really acknowledging the signs out-loud.

Before I can confess anything, though, Gus starts speaking without lifting his head up. "I really like you, Jackie," he says softly. Then he laughs gently, repeating himself. "I really fucking like you."

Bastard beat me to it. I smile, unable to help but get the sense that those simple words said enough for me. He likes me. I like him. We're both smart and aware enough to understand the implications of what that means for us. So I keep things simple. I nudge him a bit before saying "Get under here," trying to lift the blanket up. He shifts enough to slide off the cover before slipping under it with me and getting close. I tuck the blanket behind him as we get cozy before smoothly sliding in for a kiss. He returns it without missing a beat. Just like last night, our legs intertwine as I reach around him to hold him close to me while we kiss slowly. Private, personal, intimate. That's all we've wanted. And that's what we've got.