Ben and Me
The morning sky was just breaking into something beautiful, behind Ben’s head. We were standing on the footpath outside the house.
Bruno and Murray and Jamie were talking about taking more and partying on somewhere else. Evan seemed to be keen to head off with them. Even still maintains he’s straight.
Daniel left with Candi, sweaty and shirtless still.
Mike and Nick were heading off. Buds with benefits were Mike and Nick, if Nick had no other man, and Mike had no other girl, they would often, normally hook up.
“Bye babe,” said Nick. He stepped towards me and kissed me on both cheeks.
“Good bye handsome,” Nick said to Ben, before kissing him on both cheeks. “Don’t behave.”
“Bye Nick,” Ben and I said in unison.
“You either,” I said.
“Cute,” said Nick. “You’ll be finishing each other’s sentences next.
Then it was just me and Ben, standing on the footpath. We were suitably vague about our plans because we were just working it out ourselves.
“Just you and me,” I said.
“Just me and you,” said Ben.
I looked him up and down, he looked good.
“You see I’m yours.”
“Mine to do anything I want… with.”
“Well... yes…” He smiled his gorgeous smile. “Anything you want.”
“Well, you know what I’m going to want to do first.”
Ben just stared back at me.
I laughed. “What do you want to do first?”
Ben’s teeth chattered just before he spoke. “I’m pretty sure I want to do the same thing.”
We walked to the car.
“I liked it the very first time we did it,” said Ben.
“A convert.”
“It was the best sex I had ever had.”
“Which could be seen, by some straight people, as a problem.”
“I like the hard sex.”
“That’s what two guys can do.”
“I love getting fucked.”
“… that’s what two guys can do.”
My Abarth went “boop,” as it unlocked. We both slipped into the car.
“Mine, huh?”
Ben took my hand. “If you will have me?”
“You know I’m not very good at relationships…”
“And I am?”
“What about Amy?”
“The best sex of my life,” said Ben. “Has always been you.” Ah the truth serum that is ecsatcy.
“Perhaps, we won’t tell Amy that.” We both laughed.
I leant over and kissed him. He kissed me back with his beautiful soft lips.
I drove home fast, I held is hand all the way, which is no mean feat in a manual car. I had an ache in my stomach, and a horny feeling every time I squeezed my thighs. I kept glancing at Ben, he kept glancing at me.
The roller door seemed to take forever to go up. Daniel’s Golf was in its side of the carport.
I had my hands all over Ben as we headed through the back yard to the back door.
I was hoping that Daniel and Candi weren’t sitting up, as I didn’t want to talk any more. They weren’t.
I took Ben’s hand and led him to my room. We kissed and kissed, suddenly I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
My hands undid his jeans, and pulled them down. Then I had my hand inside his jocks around his big, thick, hard cock. You hear guys dicks being described as truncheons, but Ben’s really is. I want to dress him in speedos and parade him on a gay beach – that bulge, those legs, that arse, that tiny waist, that amazing ripped torso.
Then I had his fat cock in my mouth, it was like steal. I could have sucked on his thickness all day long.
Then he ripped my pants off and was sucking my cock into his, wet mouth, I couldn’t get it into his mouth far enough. His gag reflex is amazing.
Then he was on his stomach and I was pulling his sexy arse cheeks apart, and my tonged was inside his arse hole. I couldn’t get it in far enough. He groaned loudly. Then he was telling me how much he liked it, wanted it, needed it.
I scrambled up his body and kissed his face turned sideways towards me as bare chest rubbed again his sweaty back, my hard cock slide into his arse crack.
“Fuck me with your big cock.”
Then I was standing up, with my rock had cock in my hand. I leant forwards and pushed it against his saliva drenched hole. He called out to the world, “Ah, fucking hell!” He opened up and I slid my fat cock into him with unrelenting force. He screamed out that was what he wanted.
Ben being mine made my cock bigger and harder and wider. It made Ben tighter and deeper and hotter. I could feel his tight ring griping the length of my shaft all the way into him and all the way out of him.
Ben’s cock is beautiful big and fat, the same thick width from the base to the tip, he kept is well lubed with his saliva, he pulled in unrelentingly as I fucked him. When he let it go, it smacked audibly against his stomach as I rode his arse.
We had guilty free, unprotected, sex all morning. I came up Ben’s arse, as he came in wads of creamy white cum all over my bed. Him on his knees holding the bedhead. He shook violently. We both shook violently, as the bedhead banged against the bed room wall.
We lay in each other’s sweat drench arms for a few hours.
We had showers. I washed my beautiful guy long and slow. He washed me in return.
At last, he really felt like he was mine.
We went out for breakfast late morning. We ran into gay mates all of who wanted to know who Ben was.
Faghag Yvonne looked at me when Ben went to the toilet.
“Whose blondie.”
“That’s Ben.”
“He’s new, is he?”
“Ben… Ben is an old beau,” I said.
“He doesn’t look so old, darl.”
“We’ve known each other for some time…”
“But now it’s a thing?”
“Yes, I guess you could say that.”
“Very nice,” hissed Yvonne. “He’s a honey.”
“He is,” I said.
I went to the counter to order a couple more coffees.
“Who’s this guy,” asked the camp, gay café owner who I’d become friends with over the years, he has seen a fair few of my trade over that time.
“He’s my new boyfriend,” I said. I looked over at Ben. Really? Am I ready for this?
“Very nice.”
“He is very nice,” I said. “He’s been thoroughly road tested, and now we’ve come to the… let’s see how this goes… er… stage.”
“That’s serious.”
“It’s just got series.”
“I’d put my money where his mouth is…”
“And the rest of him is just as good.”
“He’s a keeper.”
I went and sat back down with Ben.
“So… what is your thinking here?”
“What?”
“How do you think this is going to go?”
“Very well, I hope.”
“How do you think this is going to play out?”
Ben leant into me. “Good sex. You always said I have the best arse. You and me. Why not you and me? Boyfriends.”
“Why not.” I could see this was my out, but I didn’t take it. Ben’s handsome face gazed back at me.
“We keep our lives separate… for now,” said Ben. “That will sort itself out on its own. Give it a shot, what have we got to lose.”
It’s true, I just wanted to go and have sex with him again. Over the end of the bed, after showers. He just looked too damn cute in that white towel.
“What better offers have you got?” asked Ben.
“No better offers,” I said. “I don’t think I have ever had a better offer.’
Ben smiled his gorgeous smile. “Good answer.”
This suddenly felt like what I have always wanted I have just got. Despite what we’d been up to over the last 24 hours, I suddenly felt a sense of calm, as I gazed into Ben’s blue eyes.
Ben gazed back at me.
We gazed at each other, and time slipped away unnoticed.
Bruno and Murray and Jamie were talking about taking more and partying on somewhere else. Evan seemed to be keen to head off with them. Even still maintains he’s straight.
Daniel left with Candi, sweaty and shirtless still.
Mike and Nick were heading off. Buds with benefits were Mike and Nick, if Nick had no other man, and Mike had no other girl, they would often, normally hook up.
“Bye babe,” said Nick. He stepped towards me and kissed me on both cheeks.
“Good bye handsome,” Nick said to Ben, before kissing him on both cheeks. “Don’t behave.”
“Bye Nick,” Ben and I said in unison.
“You either,” I said.
“Cute,” said Nick. “You’ll be finishing each other’s sentences next.
Then it was just me and Ben, standing on the footpath. We were suitably vague about our plans because we were just working it out ourselves.
“Just you and me,” I said.
“Just me and you,” said Ben.
I looked him up and down, he looked good.
“You see I’m yours.”
“Mine to do anything I want… with.”
“Well... yes…” He smiled his gorgeous smile. “Anything you want.”
“Well, you know what I’m going to want to do first.”
Ben just stared back at me.
I laughed. “What do you want to do first?”
Ben’s teeth chattered just before he spoke. “I’m pretty sure I want to do the same thing.”
We walked to the car.
“I liked it the very first time we did it,” said Ben.
“A convert.”
“It was the best sex I had ever had.”
“Which could be seen, by some straight people, as a problem.”
“I like the hard sex.”
“That’s what two guys can do.”
“I love getting fucked.”
“… that’s what two guys can do.”
My Abarth went “boop,” as it unlocked. We both slipped into the car.
“Mine, huh?”
Ben took my hand. “If you will have me?”
“You know I’m not very good at relationships…”
“And I am?”
“What about Amy?”
“The best sex of my life,” said Ben. “Has always been you.” Ah the truth serum that is ecsatcy.
“Perhaps, we won’t tell Amy that.” We both laughed.
I leant over and kissed him. He kissed me back with his beautiful soft lips.
I drove home fast, I held is hand all the way, which is no mean feat in a manual car. I had an ache in my stomach, and a horny feeling every time I squeezed my thighs. I kept glancing at Ben, he kept glancing at me.
The roller door seemed to take forever to go up. Daniel’s Golf was in its side of the carport.
I had my hands all over Ben as we headed through the back yard to the back door.
I was hoping that Daniel and Candi weren’t sitting up, as I didn’t want to talk any more. They weren’t.
I took Ben’s hand and led him to my room. We kissed and kissed, suddenly I couldn’t get enough of his mouth.
My hands undid his jeans, and pulled them down. Then I had my hand inside his jocks around his big, thick, hard cock. You hear guys dicks being described as truncheons, but Ben’s really is. I want to dress him in speedos and parade him on a gay beach – that bulge, those legs, that arse, that tiny waist, that amazing ripped torso.
Then I had his fat cock in my mouth, it was like steal. I could have sucked on his thickness all day long.
Then he ripped my pants off and was sucking my cock into his, wet mouth, I couldn’t get it into his mouth far enough. His gag reflex is amazing.
Then he was on his stomach and I was pulling his sexy arse cheeks apart, and my tonged was inside his arse hole. I couldn’t get it in far enough. He groaned loudly. Then he was telling me how much he liked it, wanted it, needed it.
I scrambled up his body and kissed his face turned sideways towards me as bare chest rubbed again his sweaty back, my hard cock slide into his arse crack.
“Fuck me with your big cock.”
Then I was standing up, with my rock had cock in my hand. I leant forwards and pushed it against his saliva drenched hole. He called out to the world, “Ah, fucking hell!” He opened up and I slid my fat cock into him with unrelenting force. He screamed out that was what he wanted.
Ben being mine made my cock bigger and harder and wider. It made Ben tighter and deeper and hotter. I could feel his tight ring griping the length of my shaft all the way into him and all the way out of him.
Ben’s cock is beautiful big and fat, the same thick width from the base to the tip, he kept is well lubed with his saliva, he pulled in unrelentingly as I fucked him. When he let it go, it smacked audibly against his stomach as I rode his arse.
We had guilty free, unprotected, sex all morning. I came up Ben’s arse, as he came in wads of creamy white cum all over my bed. Him on his knees holding the bedhead. He shook violently. We both shook violently, as the bedhead banged against the bed room wall.
We lay in each other’s sweat drench arms for a few hours.
We had showers. I washed my beautiful guy long and slow. He washed me in return.
At last, he really felt like he was mine.
We went out for breakfast late morning. We ran into gay mates all of who wanted to know who Ben was.
Faghag Yvonne looked at me when Ben went to the toilet.
“Whose blondie.”
“That’s Ben.”
“He’s new, is he?”
“Ben… Ben is an old beau,” I said.
“He doesn’t look so old, darl.”
“We’ve known each other for some time…”
“But now it’s a thing?”
“Yes, I guess you could say that.”
“Very nice,” hissed Yvonne. “He’s a honey.”
“He is,” I said.
I went to the counter to order a couple more coffees.
“Who’s this guy,” asked the camp, gay café owner who I’d become friends with over the years, he has seen a fair few of my trade over that time.
“He’s my new boyfriend,” I said. I looked over at Ben. Really? Am I ready for this?
“Very nice.”
“He is very nice,” I said. “He’s been thoroughly road tested, and now we’ve come to the… let’s see how this goes… er… stage.”
“That’s serious.”
“It’s just got series.”
“I’d put my money where his mouth is…”
“And the rest of him is just as good.”
“He’s a keeper.”
I went and sat back down with Ben.
“So… what is your thinking here?”
“What?”
“How do you think this is going to go?”
“Very well, I hope.”
“How do you think this is going to play out?”
Ben leant into me. “Good sex. You always said I have the best arse. You and me. Why not you and me? Boyfriends.”
“Why not.” I could see this was my out, but I didn’t take it. Ben’s handsome face gazed back at me.
“We keep our lives separate… for now,” said Ben. “That will sort itself out on its own. Give it a shot, what have we got to lose.”
It’s true, I just wanted to go and have sex with him again. Over the end of the bed, after showers. He just looked too damn cute in that white towel.
“What better offers have you got?” asked Ben.
“No better offers,” I said. “I don’t think I have ever had a better offer.’
Ben smiled his gorgeous smile. “Good answer.”
This suddenly felt like what I have always wanted I have just got. Despite what we’d been up to over the last 24 hours, I suddenly felt a sense of calm, as I gazed into Ben’s blue eyes.
Ben gazed back at me.
We gazed at each other, and time slipped away unnoticed.
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