Ben Came Around

I got a call in the afternoon, it was from Ben. "You doing anything tonight?"

"No."

"I might come around?"

"Okay cool."

Silence. No chatty Ben, like usual. "I'll see you tonight then." End of call.

I had a dead phone in my hand. That was the shortest phone call in the history of Ben's phone calls. Funny, I thought. There was definite angst there, I had to admit it.

7pm the doorbell rang. There was, I had to say it, a nervous Ben standing on my doorstep.

"Hi."

"Hi." He handed me a bottle of red wine. I laughed to myself, keeping a straight face the whole time, which was hard, I wished there had been flowers too. Oh why couldn't he have bought flowers too.

"How was your day?"

I'd smoked pot all afternoon and worked at my computer. The day had vanished, I hadn't even noticed.

I rolled him a joint, naturally. And I made him a coffee in the kitchen, as he said he wanted coffee.

"How have you been?"

"Good?"

"How's work?"

I finished my contract."

"You must be pleased about that."

"I can't tell you how much."

I was well stonkered, let me tell you. I couldn't help myself, when we got to the lounge room. I just wanted to see how he'd react? Esentially, best buddies. I knew that. He knew that. I knew that he knew that. I knew that he knew that I knew that. How stoned was I?

"Come here."

He stepped towards me obediently, my straight boy boyfriend. Amy gave me permission to have an affair with Ben last year, the thought turned her on. But pretty soon after that I started working full time and we didn't see much of each other. I took hold of the sides of his face and I pashed him.

"Hey... hello," he said. He pulled away slightly to look at me, taken aback.

"Come on," I said.

We've both fooled around, of course, but he'd been pretty much back with Amy for most of the year and I haven't seen much of him. Spasmodically. Off our faces, at some uni house in the suburbs, early Sunday morning years ago. Oral sex, pretty much, back then. Neither of us could remember much afterwards. Languorously, lazily, out of it. We have a few times more recently, kissing, sucking, sex, munted on something. So it was known to us. We know each other. I still feel a certain attachment to Ben, like he is my brother, like he is my little brother who I can fool around with, because I can't, and don't really want to, fool around with my real brother, Daniel. I love Ben. I can fantasise with him. My little straight brother. We've been having an unofficial love affair for fifteen years.

I kissed him again. He's a good kisser, stubbly chin, sweet lips. He kissed back. I pulled his shirt over his head, he let me. He gave me his turned on look.

"Josh," he said.

I pushed him back into the couch. I undid his pants, his hands fell away compliantly. His toned stomach slid down under the waist band of his jocks.

"Josh?"

"Ben?"

"I... I've missed you." I ran my hand over his expanding bulge slowly and gently until my fingers slid onto the soft skin of his stomach.

"I've missed you too, buddy."

"All work and no play," he said.

"All girlfriend and no... gay," I said.

He laughed.

I pulled my fingers back towards me, hooking the elastic of his jocks in my fingers, pulling the material to his thighs. His hardening cock flopped out into view. We both gazed at it for a time, not speaking. Ben's lovely, fat cock. I gazed at him. He gazed at me. we both gazed at his cock.

I took his cock in my hand. He jumped just slightly, I guess my fingers were cool. I slowly ran my hand up the length of it. I slid my hand down to his pubes. It expanded in my grip, any slackness there had been was gone with those two strokes. I slowly and rhythmically slid my hand up and down his shaft.

He groaned, deep down in his throat. "Ah... oh, fuck."

I slid my hand down his hard cock, sliding my hand underneath his shaft. His heart beat pumps in the main artery running underneath. I pushed down on the base of his cock, it was rigid like iron. I rubbed my hand up and down the smooth skin of his erection, hard as a rock.

I pulled him off until he came all over himself with two big spurts and then a thick stream of lava flow cum which oozed all over my fist. "Ah... ah... ah. Shit! He slammed his head back on head rest of the couch. His legs stiffened out straight. His balled fists punched the couch either side of him.

He spasms every time he ejaculates all over my wrist, wet and sticky.

I don't know why, but I just had a really strong urge to do that to him. I'm sure there is an ownership kind of element to it. There is certainly a dominance thing to it, like Ben is mine and I just have to remind him of it. It was just hot. It was hot because it shows that I still have him under my spell. He still has me under his spell. It is hard to describe, but it is strong and sexy.