Page 23 of Becoming Ben

“This,” I say and draw him into a soft kiss. He moans against my mouth, the quiet sound making me happy that I waited up for him. The way he held onto me while he told me about his day had already made me glad, but this? This made it even better.

We stand and kiss for a few moments, then sit down on the sofa where Trey drinks his tea and I snuggle him into my side. I run my fingers up and down his bicep as we sit, and the quiet, easy calm that descends over us is as sweet as the passion.

I’ve been making an effort to be around when Trey comes home, whether at dinner time or later, since shortly after he moved in. Now, the reward is so much better, and he seems to appreciate it so much that I make a point to do it every night. Sometimes, Trey accepts a kiss and goes upstairs to shower. Other times, we go to the sofa and have a cuddle or – my favorite – a make-out session.

Objectively, I kind of feel like it should have taken longer to get used to sex with a body so unlike what I was used to, but I’ve taken to it like a duck to water – in fact, there are several things that I like better about Trey’s body than I liked about female bodies. I’m trying not to compare this to what I had with Sherri. It seems unkind, somehow, but it’s definitely giving me a new perspective on my marriage. I like howvisibleeverything is.Is he turned on? Oh, look. Yes, he is.It cuts down on the guesswork about if he is actually having a good time. It’s like instant feedback that I’m doing a good job. That this is one of the things Sherri dealt with, but in the opposite direction, was not lost on me. Once we’ve shared a few more intimate moments, I understand far better why she would get upset when I simply didn’t get or stay erect when we were together. I could very easily picture myself being hurt if Trey was apparently not interested in me, even if he was going along for the ride. I need to make another trip to Sherri’s cute little cottage for another heart-to-heart soon. Even if I never meant to hurt her or make her feel bad about herself, I know now that I owe her an apology.

The contrast between what is and what was is part of what makes me appreciate Trey so much. He’s delightfully affectionate now that he feels that he has permission, and I am soaking it up as much as he is. We cuddle, kiss, hug, snuggle, and share to our hearts’ content over the next week. Each day is better and more comfortable than the one before it, and mid-week, I welcome him home with steaks on the grill and a hand job for dessert on the deck. He smiles lazily with his head on my shoulder afterward. I wrap my arm around his shoulder and stroke his stomach lightly.

“You’re a menace,” he says in a way that makes me feel giddy. I want to be his menace.

“I try,” I say, aiming for nonchalance. I don’t think I hit anywhere close to the mark, but he chuckles anyway and kisses me.

Trey helps me clean up from dinner, then drags me onto the sofa and into his lap, kneading my ass through my jeans again. I’ve noticed how good those big hands feel on my ass, and it’s been giving me ideas. Before long, the kissing means I’m not thinking about anything besides Trey’s mouth as it trails down my neck while his fingers pop shirt buttons. He pushes the shirt off me and runs his hands up my ribcage, brushes his thumbs over my nipples, and smiles slyly when I jump.

“Did I find something good?” he asks, pulling his fingertips down my sides and taking the same course back up to my nipples. I jump again when he thumbs them and resist the urge to cover his hands with mine to still them. It’s good, but new and almost too much.

“Maybe,” I say, but anything else is short-circuited right out of my mind by Trey grinning devilishly and pinching my nipples. I gasp, suddenly utterly and consumingly turned on.

“Yes?” he asks, dropping his voice. He knows and completely exploits how much I like it when he drops his voice as low as he can – which is very, very low,oh god,so very low – and talks dirty to me. “Did you like that, Ben? I haven’t done that before, and it seems like it was a serious oversight on my part.” He rolls my nipples gently, and my body arches toward his hands with no input from my brain.

“Yeah? Yes? I need to hear it, beautiful,” he coaxes.

“Yes!” I gasp, my hands flexing on his shoulders as he tortures me. It’s good torture, the sensation edging toward too much in the very best way. I want to throw myself at his mercy and let him do anything he wishes. I have every confidence that whatever he desires, I would love it.

“I’ve been dreaming about you in my bed,” Trey continues. “I’ve been dreaming about my mouth on every inch of you. I’ve been dreaming about–” And holy Christ in heaven, his hot, wet, warm mouth seals over one small, erect bud and sucks, and I feel a spurt of pre-come wet my underwear.

He sucks and laves it for a long moment while I hold onto his shoulders for dear life, then switches sides and provides the same devotion to that one, too. By the time he’s done, I’m rocking helplessly in his lap, trying to find friction for my almost painful erection. I had no idea that my nipples and my dick had a direct line of communication.

His pupils are blown wide, and he bares his teeth in an almost feral grin. “I haven’t gotten to taste you yet, Ben. Your skin is delicious, I’m sure the rest of you is, too. Don’t you think we should change that?”

I nod rapidly, pretty sure that he just asked to give me a blow job, and I am proved right the next moment when he slides me off his lap and onto the sofa and slithers to the floor between my legs.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he says eagerly as he unbuttons and unzips me. He pulls my jeans and underwear down and off while I shift around to help him. I’m naked on the sofa now, and the contrast between us as he kneels in front of me in board shorts and a T-shirt is arousing, although I want to touch his skin badly enough that I slide my hands under the arms of his shirt to hold on to his shoulders. He leans in and catches a drop of pre-come from the tip of my dick on his tongue, then drags it softly along my slit.

“Holy fucking shit,” I breathe.

Trey chuckles in his chest and runs his tongue around the top, tracing the shape of the head of my dick as his hand slowly jacks lower on the shaft. “Ben, do you want to be good for me?” he asks, looking at me through his lashes.

“Jesus Christ, yes,” I respond instantly.

He smiles. “Good. I want you to put your hands on your thighs right here,” he says. He shows me where he wants them and nods when I immediately obey. “Now you need to keep them there, do you understand?”

I nod quickly.

“Very good. You’re so good for me,” he purrs, stretching tall to kiss me. I can taste myself on his tongue when he licks into my mouth, and I whine softly.

He smiles in response. “Hands where I left them, and remember that I want you to come… but not too quickly.” He winks at me and sucks on both my nipples again on his way back down to my dick.

I read up on technique, and I think I delivered pretty damn well, especially for the first time. If what I did to him was decent, what he is doing to me is mindblowing.

He starts slow and wet and works up to a corkscrew pattern with his hand up to meet his mouth. It makes me squirm, and it feels like each pull dragged me closer to the precipice. I do my best to keep my hands where he told me to, but as I get closer and closer, it feels like I’m about to burst out of my skin, and my hands fly to his head of their volition, opening and closing in his locs desperately.

He pops off my dick, and I groan raggedly.

“I told you where to keep your hands, Ben,” he says, and the way his voice rasps makes my dick twitch.

“I’m sorry,” I say wholeheartedly, hoping he doesn’t plan on stopping completely.

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