Page 5 of Gemini
Oscar was full of words of affirmation, telling me how good I was doing, almost like he knew I thrived off praise. It made me work harder, jerking his cock and licking at the sweet, sticky precum he produced.
He tapped my shoulder. “Up,” he said, gesturing with a tilt of his chin.Standing in front of him. My five-eight body almost feeling like I was still on my knees in front of him. He leaned in to kiss me. “Turn around.”
Pressing my chest to the file, the shower raining down my back. I felt my cheeks part and his face fill the gap between them. My moans echoed out the most in this position. It was almost like he knew that, and enjoyed it. I splayed my arms out up against the tile, taking as much of the cold to compete with the heat. “Yes,” a feral scream came out. “Oh. Fuck.”
From behind, his entire body pressed against mine. His head at my neck, kissing me up to my ear. “I think it would’ve been a little more fun if this place was packed,” he said, hips gyrating against my back, pushing my cock against the grooves in the tile. He knew exactly what he was doing, his experience had me turned on to an eleven out of ten. “You okay with me picking you up?”
“Huh?”
He turned me around quick. “Picking you up.”
I nodded. I was just enjoying the experience, begging to be used as a plaything. “Anything.”
Oscar parted my ass cheeks and with it, he pushed me up against the wall, keeping me in place with the pressure of his body against mine. “Good,” he said, kissing me on the lips. “That’s what I liked to hear.”
I could only nod with dog-like obedience.
With my legs spread, coming out at his side, under his arms. He lifted me a little higher, positioning his cock to my hole. “Spit,” he said, placing two fingers in front of my mouth.
My mouth had been so dry, but I mustered a tiny amount of spit onto his fingers. He used it against my hole, penetrating me with those fingers, my back arching, pushing my chest out to him. But I knew those fingers weren’t the main event, and he was just having his fun teasing me.
“I never thought you’d be such a pleasure whore,” he said, removing his fingers.
“Again,” I said, now that he’d created a vacuum inside me from where they’d been.
He kissed me again, this time his tongue making its way inside my mouth, battling my tongue for dominance. And at the same time, he gently lowered my body onto his cock. I couldn’t open my mouth or beat his tongue, so I moaned directly into him.
I let Oscar use my ass however he felt best, fast, slow, with me against the wall, with me resting on his knees. He wasn’t showing any signs of stopping, and I didn’t dare touch my cock, knocking I would ruin the fun for both of us by cumming. I’d wrapped my arms around his back, my fingers aching into his soft skin.
“I’m gonna full you up,” he whispered in my ear.
“Yes, please,” I begged.
Voices echoed, entering the shower room. Reminding me we were in public.
I didn’t even touch my cock and I came, shooting cum up against my torso for it to be washed away with the shower in quick succession. I placed a hand to my mouth and Oscar removed it with a devilish smile, my moans came out. There was no stopping it.
As much as it was just me and Oscar in this moment, there were still those voices. They made me harder, and continue to produce cum with my cock throbbing and my hole squeezing at his cock inside me.
He kept eye contact with me and from a single nod, he confirmed hat was about to happen. Several near ass-ripping throbs later, and he came inside me, filling me up to the point there was an ache in my belly.
“You took that like a champ,” he said, slowly unraveling our bodies from their twisted connection. “Let me wash you.”
I could feel his cum seeping out of my ass, I was almost afraid of him to get all up in me again now that we’d fucked. But he was not the person he looked to be. He grabbed his washbag from the hook, pulling out fancy smelling soaps, shampoos, and conditioners. All travel size.
“I travel for work, obviously,” he said, rubbing my chest with the bar of soap. He went everywhere with it, under my arms, to my cock, and then between my legs. “If you want, I can turn around while you get you the rest of it out.”
Gulping hard, I felt frozen in panic, almost. “It’s super intimate.”
“After what we’ve just done, nothing is too intimate,” he said. “Do you business and I’ll get you all cleaned up. If there’s one thing you should know about me, I don’t skimp on the after care.” He stroked my face, getting the soapy suds on my chin.
“Ok.”
There was a relief to it. Strange. Today was full of firsts. Like the first time I fucked someone without getting their number. I didn’t want the guy who’d given me the best dick I’d had in years to vanish after using his nice shower products on me because I didn’t get his number.
3. OSCAR
After showering and getting clean, we escaped the cubicles to get dressed. Spence opened up to me in more ways than he realized. I got to check that off my long weekend bucket list at least. But before either of us thought to exchange numbers, we parted outside the gym, both of us heading in different directions.