Page 18 of Gemini

With his tongue out, he tickled at the tip of my cock like that would change my mind. I didn’t want to cum if he wasn’t going to cum with me. I didn’t like one-sided orgasms. “Please,” he said, tongue completely out as he went down my entire shaft. “I just want it.”

Begging did it for me. “Take that jock off and sit on my face,” I said. “If you get a protein shake, I want one too.” While, I didn’t know the actual macros of semen, I knew it was better to take the shot in my mouth than let it go to waste on either one of our bodies like some type of free body moisturizer.

We were in sync with each other, him thrusting his cock in my mouth and me pulsing my hips up into his. He was so light on my body, it felt like I was being blown by a cloud and I had its cock in my mouth, lapping up the little droplets of cummy condensation he produced.

There were seconds between our mutual mouth-to-mouth masturbation that we both exploded protein shots down each others throats. And then it took another moment for the two of us to stop our lips from wrapping themselves around the heads and doing our best to suck the remaining nut from our cocks free.

After that initial rush, our combined energies were depleted.

“Better than going to a gym,” I said, forcing him to readjust and lay his head back beside me. “Although, I think I’d still like to get a work out in if possible.”

Spence continued to hid his mouth behind a hand. “Now I don’t know if I have the energy,” he said. “I think you might’ve tried to suck my soul out.”

“Me?” I laughed. “I think you tried sucking my soul out.”

“You can’t blame me,” he said, nuzzling his head into my chest. “You taste really good. And I didn’t want that to end.” He pressed a kiss against me, followed by his lips around my nipple. “Mhmm.”

“Are you trying to get me going again?” I asked, caressing a hand at the back of his head. “Because if you give me ten minutes, I probably can.”

He giggled, prodding my nipple with his tongue. “I’m just teasing.”

“Don’t tease what you can’t cash in.” I took hold of his face from the chin and tilted it up. There was no way he was hiding his mouth from me anymore. I gave him a kiss. “We do still have the rest of the weekend to play. But I would like to get in a work out, if possible before we get more playing in.”

He stared up at me from my chest and nodded. “I know this is only going to last the weekend, but does this count as a date?”

I didn’t have an immediate answer to the question. Dates in my vocabulary were used for people who didn’t fuck for the first time in the gym showers, for people who met on apps and went through all the small talk. “I guess you could say this was one very long date.”

“I don’t ever date.”

“Me either.”

“I have a semi-personal question,” he said, looking away..

“I told you, I’m an open book. Ask me anything.”

“You’ve slept with a lot of people, right?”

Maybe I was too open. “I don’t keep count, or anything, but I’ve definitely had fun in most countries I’ve been to.”

“I thought so,” he said. “But how will you know if you meet someone you connect with?”

“Oh, I’ll know,” I said, stroking his face. “I like you, Spence. Which isn’t a surprise, considering I nearly threw myself at you to give you my number yesterday.”

“That’s right,” he chuckled, patting his hands on my chest like he was playing a drum. “You did. But you’ll have to tell me what that means. Because I don’t want to get invested in you.”

“Invest in me, I’m not a business,” I said. “I’m kidding. But I—I don’t spend enough time here to properly date anyone, anywhere for that matter.”

Spence squeezed at my pecs, his fingers in the little patch of hair between them. “I’m not asking you to date me, or commit, I’d just like to see you casually and explore that thing I was telling you about.”

He’d told me a lot of things, he’d have to be a little more clear if I was going to understand the reference. “The handcuffs? The rope? Or you mean the—” My brows rose up my face, recalling my excitement but forgetting what it was about.

“The goblin-orc thing, green men, giants, wearing loincloths, being menacing, and basically having their way with the humans they have tied up in the basement,” he said without missing a single beat.

“I don’t have a basement.”

“Is that all you picked out from that?”

“No. I was ticking things off in my head. I can do green, I’m bigger than you, I can be menacing, and I can tie you up, well, to a bed at least,” I said, imagining him with that big grin on his face, all excited like he was when we first met and I told him I’d help him with the weights.