Page 21 of Becoming Ben

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We head home after the girls have been properly worn out, walking hand in hand. Once we get there, we take our conversation to the sofa. We’re in each other’s space, and it feels good, especially when Ben tucks himself under my arm.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been attracted to a man before,” he says out of nowhere.

I make an enquiring noise to keep him talking, but it catches me off guard and, honestly, sounds a little bit like a red flag.

“But I went and talked to Sherri once I realized I couldn’t get you out of my head. She left me because I didn’t love her the way that she needed to be loved. I understand better what was lacking after last night. That was the most intense sensation I’ve ever experienced. I love Sherri, but I’ve never wanted her so badly that I would have begged for her to touch me. I thought Icouldn’tfeel need that strong. But… I guess I was wrong.”

I hum, stroking my fingertips along his arm.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had in my life, and you only jerked me off,” Ben says with a slightly shaky laugh. “I’ve been reading about gay sex and reading about human sexuality in general. I like to learn about things. How else are you going to know?”

“That’s true,” I offer quietly.

Ben nods. “When I think of the things that I read, ofdoingthe things I read about, withyou…” He groans. “But I still don’t understandwhy.”

I pull in a breath. “I don’t know. Maybe you’re on the ace spectrum. If you really wanted to understand, there are sex therapists who specialize in things like that, but that won’t help you tonight.”

“No,” Ben agrees. He looks at me sidelong. “Tonight, I’d much rather explore what else I like about you.”

I smile. “Is that so… What else would you like to explore about me?” I shift so we’re more head-on, laying my hand on his thigh.

“Well…” Ben begins, even as another of his blushes blooms. “I was a little distracted before, what with the post-orgasmic lethargy, but you have a very, very nice dick, and I’ve spent a lot of the last couple of days wondering how it tastes.”

I grin full-on cat-that-got-the-cream. “Oh?”

Ben nods, fully flushed but still meeting my eyes.

I lean close and kiss him, sweeping my tongue along his lower lip and into his mouth when he opens eagerly. “I would love that,” I whisper against his lips, then kiss him again.

Ben is more assertive this time, pushing me back into the couch cushion to kiss me, and I run my fingers through his hair and scratch his scalp lightly. He finally breaks the kiss, panting, and moves to my ear and down the side of my neck.

It seems like Ben has decided to take the taste test and expand it to everywhere else that he can put his mouth, too. I have no complaints about that, nor about when he sucks lightly on the side of my neck, I gasp at the shivery pleasure, so he sucks harder. His teeth follow, and I pull back to laugh. “You just gave me a hickey,” I say.

Ben’s eyes go wide. “I– I’m sorry.”

I am still chuckling. I’m loving Ben’s reactions. “It’s fine, it’s very fine… I’m glad you’re this into it.”

Ben’s hand finds ground zero, grinding the heel of his palm against my erection through my joggers. I rock with it, a subtle grind that won’t lead anywhere but feels amazing right now as we explore each other with our mouths and hands.

My shirt soon gets discarded, and Ben moves his taste test to my nipples. When he sucks hard on one of them, I involuntarily tighten my fist in his hair. He freezes for a moment, and I quickly release my grip, but his hand flies up and pastes itself over mine. “More,” he says roughly and sets to work on getting me out of my pants.

His technique is sloppy, and he needs a little direction, but apparently, he has also read up on this. He has a decent idea of the basics for someone who has never done it before. I keep one hand in his hair, which he seems to love, and as I get closer, I tug again. “More, baby, yes…” I hiss. “Good– Yes, fuck, Ben, more.”

I’m so close, and then I feel his warm hand cradle my balls as he hollows his cheeks, and I’m gone. “So good, Ben. Fuck!”

He doesn’t swallow, letting it paint his lips and jaw instead. He kneels on the floor with his head hanging when I open my eyes. I gentle my hand once my orgasm passes, but I’m still petting his hair. I am afraid that I did something he didn’t like in the heat of the moment. Then I see that his pants are open, and his dick is dripping limply on the floor.

“Did you–?”

Ben nods, looking at me through his lashes. “You said– and I just–”

I groan. He’s going to kill me. “Fuck, yes, Ben, we’re going to be amazing together,” I say as I drag him up into my lap to cuddle.

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Ben

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