Ben Arrived Drunk At My Door

Ben came over. It was late, he was unsteady on his feet he was really maggotted that much was obvious. He looked really cute standing there in the dim light of the front porch. His shaggy blond hair, his crooked smile, a bit wonky-eyed, swaying just slightly from one foot to the other.

“Hey.”

“Hey Ben, how are you?”

“Good,” he slurred. “You home alone?” His face was serious, then in a delayed effect cracked into a smile, as if nothing was quite working in real time. He looked adorable.

“Yep, just me and Chubby and the cat.”

“Ask me in then, will ya.”

“Ben, won’t you come in.”

“I’d… love… to.” He launched himself through the door.

I followed him into the lounge room.

“You been out?”

“Oh Yeah!”

I could feel his tension, was it just the alcohol? Or was it something else? I had rolled joints previously, just coincidentally. I picked one up off the coffee table and lit one.

I waited for him speak first.

"I don't know why I'm here," he said. Cryptically, I thought. It would imply you need a reason?

I handed him the joint. "Maybe that will help you remember."

"It's late."

"I know."

"I'm really wasted."

"It's always nice to see you."

He looked at the joint. "This won't help me to remember."

I shrugged. "It can't hurt." I wasn't, actually, sure that was true, he seemed pretty pissed. It could have gone either way.



“It didn't make any sense, I’ve never wanted to before.”

He was slurring, virtually inaudible. He was nervous, shaking. He looked around as if he was trying to find something to say.

“What?” I asked.

"Nice fire."

"You look good against it."

He looked up, without moving his head, for the first time. He half smiled, just a hint.

"Do you reckon?"

I smiled. “Sure.”



I had track pants on with no jocks. Nick gave me Viagra, he said to try it, it was fun. I was home on my own, a lazy Saturday night. I thought I’d be on my own. I was watching TrueBlood, I'd sleep with the entire male cast. Eric could do whatever he wanted to me, anything. Jason just needed to be fucked hard. I was really stoned. It felt good. Look mum, no hands. I didn't know anybody else was coming over.



"I've never done this before."

"Done what, Ben?"



So, he was going to do something, something a straight boy has never done before. My cock boned up, but I think that may have been more to do with a pharmaceutical company than any raw emotion. My head was spinning, I was doofed, it wasn't my first joint. I never really thought that this day would actually come. And here it was.



"Gay stuff, man. Gay stuff."

"What, not even when you were thirteen with your best mate?"

"No."

"Are you sure, I thought every boy..."

"No."



He warmed himself by the open fire, as if to pretend his shivers of nerves, shivers of excitement, were shivers of cold. I sat back in the couch and gazed up at him.



"Gay stuff, hey?"

"I'd like a drink," he slurred.

"Beer?"

"Beer."



I got up to go to the kitchen, Ben rotated in front of the fire. He's got a nice arse on him, you know I looked, you can be sure of that. He's got a great athletic build, good legs, nice solid arse.

The air was thick, the temperature was hot.



"So, what exactly is it you are going to do?" My cock pumped up half at the thought. I gave him the drink and I sat down.

"I've got e's."

"I'll get water." I had to walk kind of side on, my cock was so hard. I'd wished I'd put jocks on, I would have, been more discreet, no use scaring him. Good thing the only light was the open fire.

He rotated his shoulder as if it were sore."

"Is that hurting?"

"Yes."

"I could give it a rub."



We both downed the pills and sipped water, he went first, I drank from his lip marks.

He picked up a stubby and swigged at it. He shuffled on his feet. He sipped hard at the beer, again.

The theme music came on. "I like this music."

"Yeah, me too."



I put the big cushion against the edge of the coffee table facing the fire. I sat on the coffee table itself and Ben was to sit between my legs. He pulled off his shirt. He’s got those very masculine square hips, framing his arse from the front; flat abdomen, thick thighs. He had a strip of brown hair coming out of his jeans and up to his belly button. He's got abs with a fine sprinkling of hair. He's got nice pecs and broad shoulders.

He's got a nice bulge on him, too. His jeans fit him snugly. He's got five knuckles down there.



"Not too late to back out."

"Back out of what?"

I let that float in the air unanswered.



I lit another joint. I gazed at him as I drew on it. How I'd like to just undo those jeans and feel him up in his jocks, before he hardened up. My eyes slid from his crotch to his gaze, deliberately, as I handed the joint to him. I gazed at the bulge in his pants, he saw me. And more importantly, he acknowledged me gazing, with a small smile and a blush, although how I could see that I'm now not sure. Men don’t mind being objectified, in fact they like it, generally, it makes them feel sexy. No squeamishness with XY’s on that front. And it was now out in the open, so to speak.



I laughed, nervously. I could hear it in my own voice. "You've got a nice bulge," we both looked down, "especially in those jeans." It came out all croaky, I was sure I sounded like a pervert... but, at that point, it was probably a good thing, if anything. You know, take charge.

He dragged three consecutive drags without exhaling. "Thanks." He spluttered. Coughed.



"So how do you feel when gay men perve on you with sexual intent?"

"I don't know, they don't usually tell me."

"How do you feel now?"

He smiled."

"Undo your pants."

"Undo my pants?"

"Your jeans, the button fly, undo it."



I handed him back the joint, the connection was broken. He straightened up, dragged on it, multiple drags. Holding my gaze. He looked nervous, serious, intense, that was good.

I let my eyes drop. He was boning up, I could see that.

He handed the joint back. I touched his fingers deliberately as I took it from him. I dragged hard on it. "How does that make you feel?"

He rotated his shoulder again. "To stand here with my jeans undone? Top button too?"

He sucked on the joint again.

"Top button too."

He handed it back to me. It was done, nearly.

"Excited," he mumbled, hesitantly, quietly, throaty. He put his stubby down on the coffee table.



Clip, clip, sounded his jeans. He looked up at me. "Nervous." Clip, clip, clip, “Turned on,” he whispered.



He had Aussiebums on, I could see the elastic. I could see his flat abdomen and his pubes poking over the top of his jocks.

"Like that," he said all breathy.

"Yeah, like that." His skin was taught and firm as it slid down into his pants.

He smiled self-consciously as he stood there.

"Take them off. The jeans."

"Take them off?"

"Yeah."

He looked down at his jeans and then looked back at me. The boy has sexy blue eyes, piercing, even when they are bloodshot. That's how he'd look at Ally, just like that, it gave me a shiver.

He slid his jeans down. He had muscular thighs and an half-hard sausage laying sideways in his Y-fronts. Nice coverage of hair, on his thighs and his calves. They were athletic legs, shapely, sporty.

"You are excited, that's my boy."

He took it as an excuse to push down on his cock, pretending to hide it.

"Do you like having your cock played with?" I laughed nervously at myself. "All guys like having their cocks played with."

"I don't know, I never tried..."

"You never tried?"

"Of course, I've tried, just never with..."



His testosterone kicked in, he was being admired. It was dark, it was intimate, the incense smelt good, he boned up completely with a massive banana bulge. Thick thighs, thick cock, he looked hot.



"Come here."

"What?"

"Come here."

He looked nervous, frozen to the spot, if you like. So, I stood up and crossed the room to him. I slid my hand down the front over his jocks and held him in my hand, that bulge. Big balls, nice cock. I lent in and kissed him, he kissed back tentatively.



I step away. He does too. He staggers a little, he looks sexy. He steps out of his jeans. I sit back down on the coffee table.

"Take them off." I point to his jocks with my chin.

He looks down at his briefs tight across his hips, then looks up. "Take them off?"

"Take them off."

He hesitates.

"I want to watch you play with yourself." My stomach burns in knots. “Like a dirty boy getting off.” That last sentence just came out, I didn’t plan it, it just spoke out loud.



He looks at me wonky-eyed, smiles and steps back towards the fire. He runs his hand down over his bulge, pouting, giving it a sexy look. He screws up his mouth into a smile and tilts his head and looks coy. He starts to massage his hard shaft through the cotton material of his jocks.



"You want to see me play with it?" His voice is gravelly, low.

"Yeah," I say all breathy. I don't try for that sound, it just comes out that way.

He's now fully hard, swell up under the thin cotton and the grip of his hand. "You want to see me play..." He runs his hand down his shaft, "with this?"

"Yeah."

He slides his jocks down his cock until they are only covering half his shaft. He looks up at me through the tops of his eyes, real cute. The pills are working, obviously.

He slides his jocks down further until they are only, really, covering his knob. Nice pubes, nice balls, nice thighs. Nice thick shaft exposed, Ben’s cock on display. Straight boy excited.

He smiles coyly, as if to ask silently should he should go further?

Our eyes lock, there is an intensity that is thrilling. My heart is beating fast, as is his no doubt.

"Very nice."

"Do you like that?" he slurs.

"Yes, I do."

The fire flickers on the walls. The dim light is melting between us. There is a radiance that is drawing us together, an energy, a silent longing.

“Show it to me, Ben, show me how beautiful it is.”



Slowly, he pulls his hard cock from his jocks, covering most of it with his hand. His jocks are tight across his thighs. He stands there all six foot whatever of him, his beautifully defined muscles contrasting in the dim light all over his body. He has both hands over his cock.



I motion with my finger for him to come closer. He does. He is standing close to me, I can feel the heat from his body. I lean forward and kiss his stomach.



He slowly pulls his hands away, until his cock is in line with my mouth. I lean forward and take his knob in my mouth.

"Oh my god," he whispers.

His cock is solid, thick, hot and hard and smooth. It tastes good, like skin. I slide it further into my mouth.

"That feels amazing."

I deep throat him.

He moans.

I take a hip in each hand and suck it long and slow. Up and down. Deep throating him every third or fourth swallow.

"Yeah... yeah."

He has a beautiful cock just made for sucking.

"Fuck that's good."

He grips the back of my head and starts pushing his cock into my mouth in even strokes.

"You're going to make me cum."

I suck him hard and more intently, up and down his thick shaft, increasing the pressure from my mouth.

He suddenly pulls away, shaking.

"Shit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" He is on his tiptoes, his body strains, taught, rigid. His cock is like a fountain spraying everywhere. He moans as if he is in pain.

I sit back and watch, it's so fucken hot!

He's got cum all over his hands, dripping onto the carpet. He is shaking.