“Suck it, baby. I want to feel your lips around me.”
He complied, opening his mouth and taking me in. His warm lips worked me, the intense heat and slick wetness of his mouth driving me crazy.
His head bobbed, up and down, hand jerking off whatever didn’t fit in his mouth. The sound of his wet blowjob was louder than the Christmas song playing on the speaker, giving an entirely new meaning to holiday joy. My eyes shut and I let myself drift off into the ocean of bliss that surrounded me.
Soon, though, my body started to cry out for more. I looked down to see Benji’s thick cock twitching between his legs, and I knew exactly where I wanted it.
“Benji, come up.” He licked me from balls to tip before getting back on his feet wearing a cock-drunk grin.
“Mhmmmm,” he said, leaning in and kissing me with his wet lips. Our hard lengths pressed together again, building up the pressure in my balls.
“I want you to fuck me,” I said, biting his bottom lip.
His eyes turned into furnaces. I could practically see the steam rising off him.
“Wait here.”
I turned and went into the bedroom, walking straight to the nightstand. I grabbed a condom and the small bottle of lube. Benji stood in the living room, his cock jutting out from him. It drove my hunger. My hole pulsed, my body feeling empty and crying out to be filled by him.
We locked into another kiss before Benji took the condom from me, rolling it on.
“Get down,” Benji said, “on your knees.” His tone took on an authority I hadn’t heard before from him.
I could have come right fucking there.
Instead, I listened, getting down on the rug, my palms and knees on the soft fabric. I arched my ass out, showing him how ready I was. His hands glided over my ass, spreading me apart. I moaned and dropped my head as I felt the cold lube squirt onto me and drip down. Benji used a finger to slide it up, in. Another moan rose up as Benji slid his finger inside me.
I needed more, though. A finger, two, three, it wouldn’t do it. I needed Benji’s thick cock stretching me open.
“Fuck me, baby. Fuck me.”
At this point, please was the next word out of my mouth. The burning need to feel his heat consumed me.
The head of his cock pushed against me. I instantly relaxed, knowing what came next: immense and undeniable pleasure. He spread me open with his hands, and his cock slid in, past the first ring of muscle, making me cry out in bliss.
Finally.
Benji pushed in harder, sinking in deeper. Every inch felt like hitting a new jackpot. The stretch carried a burn with it, but only slight, barely even noticeable. Nothing compared with the intense heat and sensation of fullness that rocked through me.
“Oh fuck, Rex, your ass feels so fucking good.”
“It’s yours, baby. Use it.”
Benji took that as a green light. He sunk into me, fingers digging into my hips. He pulled out, almost leaving me empty again, before slamming back in. I cried out as he started to fuck me harder and harder, the tempo rising and the temperature going with it. Skin slapping skin drowned out whatever holiday song played through the speakers.
He rocked into me, my body quivering, my legs shaking. My balls tightened, I could feel the edge getting closer and closer with every thrust that buried Benji deeper inside me.
“That’s it, oh fuck, fuck, baby.” My cock slapped against my stomach with every time Benji plunged into me. He rubbed against my prostate with every thrust, sliding over it, pressing it down, and my cock leaked onto the rug beneath me.
Then he slowed down, and he pulled out completely. I was left with an insatiable need to have him back inside me.
“Flip over, onto your back.”
The command still dripped from his voice. A delicious shiver rolled down my spine. I got on my back, my legs still trembling as I opened for him. He grabbed my ankles and lifted my legs higher, my wet hole ready for him. I grabbed my dick and stroked, squeezing out another clear thread of precome as Benji lined himself up.
His gaze seemed clouded over with lust. He kissed my foot, my ankle, nipping at the skin as his cock pushed back in, meeting no resistance. His lips turned into the shape of an O as he sheathed himself inside me, balls-deep. My heart beat with anticipation as Benji gave me what I wanted, picking up the speed, thrusting into me, making my entire body shake under him with every fuck.
I looked at Benji and nearly lost it. His body, slick with sweat, was unbelievably hot. His six-pack rippled with every rock of his hips, his chest dripping with sweat beads, his shoulders broad and his arms flexing as they held my legs up in the air.
I couldn’t take it. I crashed into my climax, shouting out as I grabbed my cock, ropes of come shooting through the air. My hole pulsed around Benji. He continued to fuck me, pushing it out of me. His grip tightened around my legs as he dropped his head back and matched my shout with one of his own.
He came, filling the condom, twitching and spasming with every shot inside me.
When he finished, he caved inward, falling on top of me. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him, the two of us smiling even though we were soaking wet messes.
“Fuck,” Benji said, breathless, lips lazily pressed against mine.
“Fuck,” I parroted. I felt sore in the best way possible.
“I think that makes up for those six years, huh?”
“I’m not so sure. I think that probably counted for about two.”
“So, by that math…”
“Yup, at least two more times tonight.”
He kissed me again, his hands slowly rubbing up and down my sides.
“Plus, since we’re boyfriends now, that’s kind of in the description,” I said, as if he needed a reminder.
I know I sure as hell don’t.
This felt right. Beyond right. This felt predestined. Like everything, even the speed bumps and detours, were all leading to this very moment. Maybe it was the only way this could have come to fruition, this connection between us. Maybe if we had explored it sooner, it would have crumbled and cracked. The six years that separated tonight from our first time together was bitter, no doubt about that, but what if we needed that time apart to truly appreciate this time we had together now?
“I think I can handle that responsibility.” Benji’s came between us, and he playfully cupped my balls, rolling them.
“Oh, I know you can.”
We kissed again, rolling on the floor, moving to the bed at some point. Not sure when exactly. All I was sure of was that Benji and I were meant to be. Nothing could tear us apart, and nothing could ruin the intense high I rode with Benji as my boyfriend. My one.
Nothing.
Nothing at all.
Well… except maybe one thing.
That fucking tape.
21
Benjamin Gold
Waking up in my boyfriend’s arms for the past couple of weeks felt like heaven. I loved it. Things started finally feeling right in my life. And not only because of Rex, but also because I’d gotten help for my depression. Weekly therapy sessions helped exponentially, and I was already beginning to feel the effect of the medication. Sometimes, chemicals just go haywire, and they need a little help getting back on track. No one would leave a live wire sparking in the wind; they’d call an electrician and get it fixed as fast as possible.