Pissed off Ben

Ben came over; baggy jeans, red polo shirt unbuttoned, hairy chest, cap, dark glasses, unshaven.

He was complaining about girlfriends, shopping dates, never getting his own way. "Fucken girls, who can ever understand them?"

"Now she's asleep." It was 3am... "knew you would be still awake."

So, naturally, I rolled him a joint.

"You had to go hang around a shopping centre?" I shrugged. "Xmas?"

"Nup," he said.

"You had to go hang out with her girlfriends?"

He shivered. "Nope. Fuck that!"

"So, what did you have to do?"

He shrugged. "Drink. Fucken drink."

"But, that doesn't sound so bad."

"Sound so bad, sound so bad? It is after your girlfriend balls you out and departs for what she wanted to do, what she wanted you to do, with, We'll discuss it when we get home."

"Oh."

"Discuss it when I get home. Jesus fuck, do you know what that means?"

"I've got a good idea."

"No Josh, I don't think you do. I don't think you do understand the shit you are in for when a girl says, we'll discuss it when I get home?"

I laughed.

"You got any beer?"

"Sure, I think Daniel has some in the fridge."

Ben did the walk of the dejected to the kitchen. "You are lucky, I tell you."

"How so?"

"Two guys."

"What?"

"Two guys, common interests, easy."

"You think I got it easy?"

Ben appeared back at the door. He swigged the beer, some dripped off his chin and down his shirt, like a naughty action man. "I know you've got it easy. Play station, dirt bikes, hang gliding, unconditional sex. I envy you."

I laughed again.

"What do two guys say in bed? How about it. Okay. Get on with it. No head ache no shopping, no cleaning the fucken house as a condition. Am I right?"

I laughed and said um at the same time, not really sure where to start with that one.



“I need a hug,” said Ben.

He is such a big sook. He came over and snuggled into my arms. I squeezed him hard. I caressed his hair.

"Ah... fuck it."

I rubbed my cheek against his. He smelt fresh and clean. I rubbed his hair again, as he lay his head on my shoulder. I kissed his neck, kissed his jaw. Suddenly, he tasted good. I wanted him. He turned his head slightly and I kissed the corner of his mouth. He had stubble. He has great skin. He turned his head again and I kissed his mouth. He turned to face me and we pashed each other. I hugged him. I pushed my crotch against his. He pushed too. I raised my hips just slightly and brought my bulge down on his bulge. I could feel his cock against mine. He was stiffening up. Stiffening up. His bone on my bone and we rubbed our hardons together as our lips devoured each other.

We broke apart, heaving, and gasping and catching out breath.

“Josh?” said Ben.

I put my finger to his mouth. “Don’t speak.”

I kissed him again.

He kissed me back.

We ground our groins. I ran my hands through his hair and suddenly want to feel his cock. So, I dropped my hands, as my tongue went inside his mouth, and brought them up to his crotch and squeezed his boner in his jeans. I wanted to see it.

I undid his pants.

"Josh?"

"Don't speak."

I pulled his jeans down and felt him in his undies, his big balls, his boner. Ben has a beautiful cock, really beautiful. It is thick and long and curves up in just the right way, with that thick, pronounced vein running along the underneath.

I pulled the front of his jocks down and dropped to my knees and took his knob in my mouth.

"Oh, Josh."

He pushed my head further on to his cock, with his hand on the back of my head. I sucked down the entire length of his shaft, held it, concentrating on relaxing my gag reflex. I deep throated his knob at the back of my throat and then pulled off.

"Fuck," said Ben.

I sucked down over it again, as his precum leaked into my throat. I sucked him hard, determined to cheer him up, determined to give him a great blow job. He's great to suck, with his big balls to hang on to, his soft pubes and the sweet smell of his abdomen.

"You're going to make me blow in your mouth?"

I kept sucking. His cock was beautiful and hard. His balls big and round.

"Do you want me to cum in your mouth," said Ben with a quivering jaw.

I kept sucking. I so wanted to taste Ben's fluids there and then. Fuck it!

He spurted in big, phlegmy squirts right onto my tongue. It tasted sour, but somehow hot as it was Ben's.



I took him to my room and undressed him. He's sexy, Ben. It's hot pulling his pants off. Even hotter pulling his jocks off him. I stripped off his shirt and took him to bed. We had lazy cock sex for ages. I played with every toned bit of him.

Ben kills in boxer shorts, with those sexy hairy legs and that monster flopping about underneath. Some times I dress him up in them and suck him off through the button fly.

We cuddled naked all night. He loves being held, so we lay in each other's arms. He fell asleep and I held him and listen to him breathing until I fell asleep too.

I washed him in the shower, in the morning, soaped him up, spun him around, washed him off, he says he likes it. I got him fresh jocks of mine, which gave me a boner.

"Nice undies," he said.

He turned down the joint. And then he was gone.