Ben's Sore Shoulder

It was late when Ben called. He said he wanted to come over, he'd hurt his shoulder playing squash and he wanted a joint, you know, for the pain.

Really? I thought as I put the phone down.

I rolled him a joint, as soon as he arrived and asked him if he wanted to watch the end of the dvd I was watching.

"I don't know," he said. He rotated his shoulder. "I thought you were going to massage me?"

I was? The first I'd heard about it? "Come here, then. Take your shirt off (there needs to be payback)." I pointed at the cushion at my feet. "Sit down."

He pulled his t-shirt over his head. He looked nervous, standing there nearly undressed. His bare torso was as sexy as I remembered it to be. His black jeans looked good on him. His bare toes curled.

"It's okay," I said. "I'll only touch your shoulders." I thought of the last time I'd seen him.

He laughed nervously. Went to say something, but didn't. He shrugged, kind of nervously. Expectantly? Maybe?

He sat between my legs.

"Isn't that where it hurts?"

He didn't answer.

"Well." I smiled. I could feel my cheeks crease as my lips turned upwards. "Isn't it?"

"Sure." He mumbled nervously. "That's where it hurts."

"Is that the only thing that hurts?"

"Sure," he said.

The width of his broad shoulders felt good between my knees. Masculine. Naked.

The curve of his shoulder, the width of collar bone, the thickness of his neck felt good under my fingertips. The smoothness of his skin, the softness of his flesh, the density of his muscles buzzed my senses.

I loved his manliness in my grip. Mine to do what I wanted with, easing his pain.

I was horny. His feel, his smell, his position. I hadn’t had sex since New Year and that didn’t end well. I hadn’t felt like it since. Those words, Let’s have a break. I hadn’t, exactly, thought about it since.

“What did Aly think?”

“About what?”

“You and me?”

He laughed. “It got her off.”

I ran my hands down over his curved pecs and found his nipples. I squeezed them, they were hard.

"Do you think that's normal chick behaviour?"

“It got me off,” I whispered.

"For a girlfriend?"

I shrugged.

He turned his head and looked up at me. Were they wanton eyes I was looking at? Big. Pleading. Be gentle.

“It got me off... too.”

He rolled over onto his right hip and then onto his knees. Then he was pushing himself up onto his feet. He slid up on top of me, as I lay back, spreading my legs to make a human cradle for him.

No strings attached sex suddenly sounded great. I was hard, instantly. It sounded like a good distraction, especially with Ben. Last time was great, but that delicious angstiness, made it, kind of, mechanical.

His mouth found mine. We kissed. Wet. Red. Passion.

Let’s make love, Ben, I thought. With your entire body, with all of you. Nothing held back. Everything.

He pushed his crotch into mine. He was hard, big, solid. So was I. We rubbed them together hungrily. That thick cock of his.

I kissed him like every boyfriend I’d ever known, wanted, fancied, loved. I let him see that much. I was sure open to letting him in completely.

I grabbed for the buttons on his jeans, which popped apart. We both pushed his jeans down, me at the front, him reaching around to the back.

He pulled at my shorts and they slipped off me.

I felt the thin cotton of his jocks in my hands, stretched across his hips and his arse. I ran my hand over the two mounds of flesh.

I slid my right hand under the elastic and my fingers into his furry crack. My pointer finger ran through between the deep mounds.

We rubbed our hardons together, barely now contained by our jocks. I could feel his hardness moving around with every one of my writhes.

His jocks were off.

My jocks were off.

His hard cock was against mine, rolling over mine, right to left, left to right.

His balls were against mine, squashy, hot.

Our legs.

He writhed around on top of me completely. Naked, with every part of his body. Every part of his mouth. We felt every inch of each other; skin, chest, stomach, hardons, thighs, mouths. Abandoned. Free.

I lead him by the hand to my bedroom. I lay him out on my bed and sucked his big, hang low balls and his fat uncut cock, until I worked my way down to his arse.

He groaned loudly and gripped the sheets with clenched hands. We rolled around in each other's arms, kissing, licking, sucking. We fucked twice, he liked it so much.

He took it easily, there on his knees as I slid my cock into him, like he was really ready for it.

You've got to love the prostate, it catches them out. It has them doing things they never dreamed they'd like. Straight boys and gay boys alike.