How's That Ben And Amy?
Ben and Amy came over for the big night, as Amy said they would. I spent most of the day wondering if they were going to turn up at all, as I hadn't heard any more about it since the discussion a week ago.
I got rid of Daniel, with the flimsiest of detail, he wouldn’t be back until the next day.
And just when I decided that Amy had probably been tripping and that they weren’t coming at all, the doorbell rang.
There was Amy standing closest to the door, smiling and one might say jubilant, with Ben standing behind her looking a little sheepish.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello,” said Amy.
Ben mumbled something, but I didn’t catch it. I assume it was hello.
“Come in.”
“You home on your own?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
Amy came in.
Ben came in behind her. “Hi ya mate.”
Ben smiled. He looked nervous.
“All ready?” asked Amy.
“As ready as I will ever be,” I said. I looked at Ben. “How about you?”
“Yeah, good,” he said.
They had pot, a huge bag. “Provisions,” said Amy.
We headed to the lounge room. Ben started rolling joints immediately.
“Here is the camera,” said Amy. She put an SLR in the middle of the coffee table.
“That should do the trick,” I said. I picked it up and examined it, it was a Cannon, the same as mine.
I’d lit the fire before they got here, so it was nice and warm. “Nice fire,” said Amy.
“Can’t have anyone getting cold,” I said.
“No, it should be hot,” said Amy. She smiled. “It will be hot.”
Ben turned to us with the first rolled joint.
“Are you looking forward to it?” I asked him.
He put the joint in his mouth and lit it. He took three puffs and then handed it to Amy. “Sure,” said Ben. “Why wouldn’t I be looking forward to it?” He started rolling another joint immediately.
“Not nervous?”
“Huh?’ Ben said.
“I asked if you were nervous?”
He’d already put the roach in the machine, and he had just licked the paper. “Nothing to be nervous…”
“It’s going to be exciting,” said Amy butting in.
Ben clapped the rolling machine shut. He handed me the next joint, I handed him the burning joint. He started rolling another joint. Even for Ben, his joint rolling seemed to be excessive.
Amy pulled her cardigan off and slipped off her shoes. “I’ve always loved your comfy couch.”
“It’s good to get screwed on,” said Ben. He produced another joint, this time he lit it.
“How do you know?” asked Amy.
“When have you screwed on my couch?” I asked.
Ben smiled, for the first time. “We’re going to find out, aren’t we?”
Ben passed me the joint he’d just lit, just as I handed a joint to Amy, who was handing a joint to Ben. We all had joints. We passed them to the next person, all at once.
Then I was really shit faced. “Staring role, hey?” I said to Ben as I handed him a joint.
“We know what your eyes are going to be on,” Ben slurred.
I was cactus. Randy Crawford sang. The open fire blared
Ben picked up the camera. He looked so turned on, as he asked me, “You going to like it?” his face was flushed red, he was holding my gaze, he had heavy eye lids, as heavy as his intent.
How could I say no? “Sure,” I said.
We held each other’s gaze. Ben looked horny, I could tell.
It starts very casually, after the joints. Ben takes Amy in his arms. I push the button on the camera. They touch. Kiss. Slowly disrobe. The open fire throws a golden hue.
Ben unbuttons Amy’s blouse and slides it down her arms. He unclasps her bra and her alabaster white tits fall out into the open. Ben sucks one of her nipples, then he bites the other. Amy moans.
Ben pulls Amy’s skirt off, and then she is only dressed in the sheerest of underpants, not enough material to make a lady’s handkerchief.
Amy pulls Ben’s t-shirt off, and his beautiful chest is exposed. She undoes Ben’s jeans and then pulls them down his legs. He has a large banana bulge in his blue trunks. Amy pulls the lycra material away from Ben’s abdomen, and his thick cock jumps into view. I see him look over at me. He has a beautiful cock. Amy runs her hand along it. She bends down and takes it in her mouth. Ben looks sideways at me. Then his attention returns to the pleasure Amy’s lips are giving him.
I’m blear-eyed and stumbling, we stumbled around the lounge room, me with a camera and them naked. I’m trying to be politely invisible. Amy’s looking at Ben. Ben’s looking for my attention.
Ben’s hot, loving the moment, he is so turned on. That cheeky boy grin, with a hard cock in his hand, he is so showing off.
Amy loves it. She moans and groans and says give it to me. She keeps her gaze on Ben, I think, pretends I’m not there.
Amy lies back on the couch and spreads her legs. Ben goes down and licks her snatch like he might lick an ice cream cone. He burys his face inside her, she pushes on the back of his head with both her hands.
“You know how much I love that.”
Ben comes up with a wet face, and smiles for me.
He takes his hard, fat cock in his hand, pulling on it. He leans in and pashes Amy’s face.
He steps in close to her and he slides his big cock into her.
Amy lies back and pushed herself onto Ben’s big, fat prong. His cock slides slowly all the way inside her.
Amy makes sucking in air noises through her teeth. She arches her back and slides right down onto Ben’s hard shaft.
Ben leans forward and chews on Amy’s nipples with his teeth, as he arches his back the opposite way to Amy to get his cock deeper inside her.
Amy lets out a long deep moan. “Oh... fuck… yeah... I fucken love that.” Amy sits up and pashes Ben as she pushes hard onto his extended shaft.
Ben tries to get me naked a few times, but I resist. I tell him to come back on his own, with the bag of pot. That just seems to make him fuck Amy harder, with a harder...
They both sniff amyl and fuck like furiously. Ben's got this hot body to go with his killer smile. He's got a sexy, fur covered arse too, I have to say.
Bens slides his hard cock into Amy over and over and over again. She grips his back with her fingernails pushing them into his skin.
Amy starts to gasp for breath. She starts to shake. She starts making noises deep indie her. She maons louder and louder.
Ben fucks her harder and harder.
“OH yes,” Amy calls out. “Yes, yes, yes…”
“Ohhhhhhh arrrrrrrrr eeeerrrrr,” says Ben.
“You are going to make me…. ooooooaaaahhhhOOOOOAAAHHH!” Amy yells. She stars to shake. She makes noises deep inside her.
“Oh YEAH, OH YEAH! ooooHHHHHHH,” Ben calls out.
Bens slams his dick deep into Amy.
Amy’s hands stand upright and stiff at her sides.
Ben shakes. His face screws up as if in pain.
Amy goes rigid and shakes, and sounds like she is choking all at the same time.
Amy rolls sideways.
Ben falls with her.
Ben’s hard cock pops out of her, as does fluid, wet spraying like a sprinkler being turned off.
They both collapse onto the floor.
Was it hot? Grimace. Kind of. If it had been just Beno, sure. But not Amy. They had hot sex, on the tape... um, hard drive, they came out like two porn stars. They are both sexy gorgeous. It didn't turn me on. I mean, it got me hard, hardish, but not enough to join in. But Ben, coming over and giving up his 100% straight boy status, that would.
I shot the film, though. It was a wrap. That was hot.
I reckon it broke down the last barrier, though. Ben showed me all he's got and it's nice and, I reckon, fair game now.
I dared him to come over with a bag of pot on his own, as we said good bye, way into the morning, as the sun was coming up. Quietly, just to him. I was still, pretty much shit-faced, my defences were down, I didn't care what I was saying.
He replied, "Amy and I have been doing e's, all day." He was chewing. "Do you want a chewy?"
"Yes, thanks." I held out my hand.
He rubbed the white gum and his fingertips gently across my palm, as he gave me a piece. He held my gaze. He smiled like the Mona Lisa.
Amy had run ahead to the car, she was cold.
Then he turned and left.
I got rid of Daniel, with the flimsiest of detail, he wouldn’t be back until the next day.
And just when I decided that Amy had probably been tripping and that they weren’t coming at all, the doorbell rang.
There was Amy standing closest to the door, smiling and one might say jubilant, with Ben standing behind her looking a little sheepish.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello,” said Amy.
Ben mumbled something, but I didn’t catch it. I assume it was hello.
“Come in.”
“You home on your own?”
“Yes, yes I am.”
Amy came in.
Ben came in behind her. “Hi ya mate.”
Ben smiled. He looked nervous.
“All ready?” asked Amy.
“As ready as I will ever be,” I said. I looked at Ben. “How about you?”
“Yeah, good,” he said.
They had pot, a huge bag. “Provisions,” said Amy.
We headed to the lounge room. Ben started rolling joints immediately.
“Here is the camera,” said Amy. She put an SLR in the middle of the coffee table.
“That should do the trick,” I said. I picked it up and examined it, it was a Cannon, the same as mine.
I’d lit the fire before they got here, so it was nice and warm. “Nice fire,” said Amy.
“Can’t have anyone getting cold,” I said.
“No, it should be hot,” said Amy. She smiled. “It will be hot.”
Ben turned to us with the first rolled joint.
“Are you looking forward to it?” I asked him.
He put the joint in his mouth and lit it. He took three puffs and then handed it to Amy. “Sure,” said Ben. “Why wouldn’t I be looking forward to it?” He started rolling another joint immediately.
“Not nervous?”
“Huh?’ Ben said.
“I asked if you were nervous?”
He’d already put the roach in the machine, and he had just licked the paper. “Nothing to be nervous…”
“It’s going to be exciting,” said Amy butting in.
Ben clapped the rolling machine shut. He handed me the next joint, I handed him the burning joint. He started rolling another joint. Even for Ben, his joint rolling seemed to be excessive.
Amy pulled her cardigan off and slipped off her shoes. “I’ve always loved your comfy couch.”
“It’s good to get screwed on,” said Ben. He produced another joint, this time he lit it.
“How do you know?” asked Amy.
“When have you screwed on my couch?” I asked.
Ben smiled, for the first time. “We’re going to find out, aren’t we?”
Ben passed me the joint he’d just lit, just as I handed a joint to Amy, who was handing a joint to Ben. We all had joints. We passed them to the next person, all at once.
Then I was really shit faced. “Staring role, hey?” I said to Ben as I handed him a joint.
“We know what your eyes are going to be on,” Ben slurred.
I was cactus. Randy Crawford sang. The open fire blared
Ben picked up the camera. He looked so turned on, as he asked me, “You going to like it?” his face was flushed red, he was holding my gaze, he had heavy eye lids, as heavy as his intent.
How could I say no? “Sure,” I said.
We held each other’s gaze. Ben looked horny, I could tell.
It starts very casually, after the joints. Ben takes Amy in his arms. I push the button on the camera. They touch. Kiss. Slowly disrobe. The open fire throws a golden hue.
Ben unbuttons Amy’s blouse and slides it down her arms. He unclasps her bra and her alabaster white tits fall out into the open. Ben sucks one of her nipples, then he bites the other. Amy moans.
Ben pulls Amy’s skirt off, and then she is only dressed in the sheerest of underpants, not enough material to make a lady’s handkerchief.
Amy pulls Ben’s t-shirt off, and his beautiful chest is exposed. She undoes Ben’s jeans and then pulls them down his legs. He has a large banana bulge in his blue trunks. Amy pulls the lycra material away from Ben’s abdomen, and his thick cock jumps into view. I see him look over at me. He has a beautiful cock. Amy runs her hand along it. She bends down and takes it in her mouth. Ben looks sideways at me. Then his attention returns to the pleasure Amy’s lips are giving him.
I’m blear-eyed and stumbling, we stumbled around the lounge room, me with a camera and them naked. I’m trying to be politely invisible. Amy’s looking at Ben. Ben’s looking for my attention.
Ben’s hot, loving the moment, he is so turned on. That cheeky boy grin, with a hard cock in his hand, he is so showing off.
Amy loves it. She moans and groans and says give it to me. She keeps her gaze on Ben, I think, pretends I’m not there.
Amy lies back on the couch and spreads her legs. Ben goes down and licks her snatch like he might lick an ice cream cone. He burys his face inside her, she pushes on the back of his head with both her hands.
“You know how much I love that.”
Ben comes up with a wet face, and smiles for me.
He takes his hard, fat cock in his hand, pulling on it. He leans in and pashes Amy’s face.
He steps in close to her and he slides his big cock into her.
Amy lies back and pushed herself onto Ben’s big, fat prong. His cock slides slowly all the way inside her.
Amy makes sucking in air noises through her teeth. She arches her back and slides right down onto Ben’s hard shaft.
Ben leans forward and chews on Amy’s nipples with his teeth, as he arches his back the opposite way to Amy to get his cock deeper inside her.
Amy lets out a long deep moan. “Oh... fuck… yeah... I fucken love that.” Amy sits up and pashes Ben as she pushes hard onto his extended shaft.
Ben tries to get me naked a few times, but I resist. I tell him to come back on his own, with the bag of pot. That just seems to make him fuck Amy harder, with a harder...
They both sniff amyl and fuck like furiously. Ben's got this hot body to go with his killer smile. He's got a sexy, fur covered arse too, I have to say.
Bens slides his hard cock into Amy over and over and over again. She grips his back with her fingernails pushing them into his skin.
Amy starts to gasp for breath. She starts to shake. She starts making noises deep indie her. She maons louder and louder.
Ben fucks her harder and harder.
“OH yes,” Amy calls out. “Yes, yes, yes…”
“Ohhhhhhh arrrrrrrrr eeeerrrrr,” says Ben.
“You are going to make me…. ooooooaaaahhhhOOOOOAAAHHH!” Amy yells. She stars to shake. She makes noises deep inside her.
“Oh YEAH, OH YEAH! ooooHHHHHHH,” Ben calls out.
Bens slams his dick deep into Amy.
Amy’s hands stand upright and stiff at her sides.
Ben shakes. His face screws up as if in pain.
Amy goes rigid and shakes, and sounds like she is choking all at the same time.
Amy rolls sideways.
Ben falls with her.
Ben’s hard cock pops out of her, as does fluid, wet spraying like a sprinkler being turned off.
They both collapse onto the floor.
Was it hot? Grimace. Kind of. If it had been just Beno, sure. But not Amy. They had hot sex, on the tape... um, hard drive, they came out like two porn stars. They are both sexy gorgeous. It didn't turn me on. I mean, it got me hard, hardish, but not enough to join in. But Ben, coming over and giving up his 100% straight boy status, that would.
I shot the film, though. It was a wrap. That was hot.
I reckon it broke down the last barrier, though. Ben showed me all he's got and it's nice and, I reckon, fair game now.
I dared him to come over with a bag of pot on his own, as we said good bye, way into the morning, as the sun was coming up. Quietly, just to him. I was still, pretty much shit-faced, my defences were down, I didn't care what I was saying.
He replied, "Amy and I have been doing e's, all day." He was chewing. "Do you want a chewy?"
"Yes, thanks." I held out my hand.
He rubbed the white gum and his fingertips gently across my palm, as he gave me a piece. He held my gaze. He smiled like the Mona Lisa.
Amy had run ahead to the car, she was cold.
Then he turned and left.
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