"It's you turn." Spencer whispered in my ear as he pulled out a vibrant piece of yellow rope. I could tell this was going to be funny. Spence be dominate? Never. But I loved him too much to burst his bubble. Spencer tightened the rope forcefully around my wrists and the rongs in the headboard. This was sexy! I think I actually kinda liked the idea of Spence being the dominate of this relationship. Less work. Plus, I finally get to feel the desired pleasure I've been craving for the past seven years. Blowjob. "Oh God!" I yell out as I feel Spencer doing that special thing with his tongue that drives me crazy. I still don't know how he does it. Spence enjoys touching and I'm loving it. I've never felt so pleasured in my entire life. I may even make this permanent.
"You are so fucking hot!" I'm almost screaming and he hasn't even started penetrating yet.
The worse thing ever happened next. It stopped. The glorious pleasure, the warmth of his skin, the love. It had all faded and I was alone…..Alone. What a dreadful word. This made me come back to reality and far away from my happy place. Then I realized my wonderful gay Prince Charming had only gone for a split second to snag a bottle of lubricant to grease my small circular muscle. I was so excited that I could have climaxed right then. I heard the slimy, gushy noise of the lube sliding around in Spence's hand and climbing to his fingertips. I could feel Spencer's soft but muscular hands massage my thighs and grease them up. I let out a little moan. This let Spencer know he was doing a fantastic job so far. This spread a smile across his gorgeous face. Next, I could feel his fingers – just the tips – massage the surface of my arsenal. Then, one by one, each of his fingers on his right hand managed to squeeze in. He found my prostate in a flash. Now that I was lubricated and ready, Spence for the first time during our session speaks.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks respectively.
"Only if it's okay with you." I reply.
"I'm fine with it. I've been waiting for a long time for this and I'm not stopping now." He said.
"Good. Now fuck me pretty boy!"
I then feel him enter me for the first – and definitely not the last – time. He started off slow, cautious and curious. But he began to grow more comfortable and confident. With his genius brain, he managed to pinpoint my prostate first shot. This is why I love my sexy basterd.
In. Out. In. Out….Paradise.
I was almost there. I could feel the pleasure growing, climbing, determined to break free and create an orgasm.
Spence then pulled out and I could have cried because this meant he must have been done and I wasn't ready for him to finish. But he grabbed his penis and began to stroke himself. After awhile he moaned. He then untied me and told me to rub his cock. I did without hesitation. He did the same to me. He was the first to cum. He took control and let it fall on my torso. This made me climax as well. Spencer managed to scoop all of mine on his mouth. He enjoyed this so much.
After we got cleaned up, Spencer was dropping. He done good this evening and was exhausted from it. I layed down in bed and waited for Spencer to come lie with me. Instead of lying in front of me, he crawled in behind me, nude. This was a change. He cuddled into my back and wrapped his arm tight around my abdomen.
"You know I love you, right?" Spencer spoke softly in my ear.
"Don't worry, I know, and I love you too. I will forever. I promise." I responded.
I could feel Spencer release the breath he had been holding in since I began talking.
Eventually he relaxed and feel asleep. I layed awake and thought about tonight. I could have been doing that all this time. I thought some more and eventually got an erection from it. Then I just had to wake Spencer.
