Page 22 of Gemini

“Tough,” I said. “I need to build my muscle. How else am I gonna beat your meat with weak arms?”

“You have a great point. I suppose you can do whatever you like, as long as you keep telling me your fantasies, and I keep delivering them to you.”

I knew he’d joked about me not building muscle, I knew he liked twinks, and to keep me slender, and I didn’t mind that at all. He was the exact shape I wanted him in too, like someone who could squeeze the life out of me, and then fill me up with cum.

It was official. We were dating.

And my ass puckered tight at the idea of taking Oscar’s cock many more times. I guess I’d need to start doing my ass crunches to keep it tight—if that was even a thing. I hoped it was a thing, because he would definitely tear me open if we kept going at our current pace. And I was about to get it for—well, as long as dating turned to—whatever came after that, I didn’t want to plan or get excited about future ideas, but I became all giggly at the idea of us becoming much more than just dates.

EPILOGUE

SPENCE

Three Months Later

We were in love.

My ass loved his dick.

His dick loved all parts of me.

We went from one long date, to seeing each other every week, and then to traveling with him and spending time in different countries all while I worked remotely. I’d seen so much because of him, and in each place we visited together, he reminded me of all the memories we were making, right up until he actually said those three words.

Paris, France, standing as close as we could to the Eiffel Tower.

It had been three months, we weren’t getting carried away, but said it there and then. Out of the blue. “I love you.” And as instinct had it, I blurted it right back. I’d already been saying it in my head for weeks already.

It was possible we were moving fast, especially since we spent so much time together, but love made everything feel like time was still, and in that stillness we’d spent years it seemed. But only three months had passed.

THE END

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