I swallow him down, sucking Spencer’s erection, meeting his natural rhythms, which are right there alongside mine. It’s not long until he’s pulsing, groaning and barely able to make words as he fights off an orgasm.
“Tight mouth,” he grunts, grinding his cock into my throat. “Suck it.”
I pull my lips back with a gasp. “Hell yeah. That’s the kind of mouth I want wrapped around my hard dick.”
Spencer gasps for breath. I take his face, stroke his soft stubble, and give him a quick, brief kiss.
My jeans are already unbuttoned, but Spencer pushes them down, stripping them off along with my boxer briefs as he crawls on top of me. He stays close, but we don’t kiss again, and soon, our naked bodies are side by side.
He looks down at our hard dicks and back to me like he’s looking for permission one more time. I nod, and Spencer moves down the couch.
He stares at my cock like it’s the most beautiful thing in the world, like he can’t handle how hot I am. His hands roam my thighs and my abs, rubbing me closer and closer, working up the nerve to touch my dick. Instead of provoking him, I let him take his time, enjoying the way he trembles and how a man so powerful and strong can still be so needy and vulnerable.
The anticipation is everything, stretching out in the silence where the dirty words just were.
He palms my balls, sending warmth to my core, and locks my eyes.
Spencer licks up the underside of my shaft, dragging his fat tongue from my root. I groan at the wet heat, and my muscles convulse as precum pours from my slit. He works my sensitive crown the same way I worked his, slow at first, but faster and greedier with every huff of breath. I’m desperate to grab his face and fuck his throat, but my muscles tense, and sweat drips down my forehead as I resist the temptation.
I made him wait; now he gets to take his time.
Spencer groans on my dick. Both of his big hands grip my shaft as he pushes his lips down from my crown, a little deeper each time. He sucks and licks, experimenting. He swirls his tongue, drooling, and palms my balls. His fist tight, he sucks me harder, snorting air out his nose, and saliva and precum drip down my shaft.
“Yeah, that’s good,” I encourage him. “Just like that.”
My climax builds, my balls hot and full. Stroking his cheek, watching his muscles flex, I could lose myself in this moment, except there’s a voice in the back of my mind insisting that even more than I want my own release, I need him satisfied.
When I can’t take it anymore, I grab Spencer’s shoulders and pull him up, burying my tongue in his mouth for another quick kiss. He wraps me in his arms and kisses back as our erections slap together, but quickly pulls his mouth away again. We wrestle back and forth, sweating and grunting, until we fall from the couch and crash to the lush carpet.
“Shit!” I gasp. “Are you…”
But he’s shaking with laughter, his face flushed.
I grin. “Love the way you suck my cock.”
He blasts air out his nose, staring into my eyes as he crawls back on top of me and palms my erection. “You’re so wet and hard.”
I drag my fingers across his lips. “Sticky.”
Spencer pushes me down, and I let him take a little more control. I spit in my hand and work my fist to our cocks, finding us already slick with precum. Spencer does the same, and we buck, grinding our erections hard together while he straddles me.
I feel his orgasm building. His fat sack is tight to his body, and all of his muscles are taut. He’s not talking, barely even grunting, just thrusting himself against me as I meet him, humping and grunting.
I bury my lips at his neck, sucking on a sensitive spot that makes him jerk. My hands both working our dicks, pumping us hard, I know I’m going to send him over the edge, and the heat pouring off his body is like electricity. It undoes me, driving me to the cliff, too, and the sheer force of our sex is too much to resist. I buck harder, harder, and harder, our rhythm insistent as waves crashing a shore.
“Gabriel, Gabriel,” he gasps, barely able to say my name, and when he’s at his peak, I drag my thumb across our wet tips and send him into his climax.
He shoots first with a guttural yell. Throwing his head back, Spencer grabs my hips hard. His erection pulses hot and hard against my cock, and the sensation of his hot release spilling does me in. My core ignites, my voice breaks, and an orgasm explodes.
Spencer collapses onto me, a hot, sticky mess coating our chests and abs. He buries his face at my neck, huffing and shaking, and I gently stroke the back of his head until he’s still again.
He weakly pushes himself up on his elbows. “Holy shit.”
I chuckle. “Fucking hot, man.”
We don’t say anything. We just breathe and stare at each other, splayed across the rug. I’m lost in his eyes, and I don’t know how much time passes. But he finally regains himself enough to roll off.
“That was amazing,” he says, flat on his back and staring at the ceiling.
