Page 24 of Becoming Ben

He hums, running his hands up and down the tops of my thighs, and kisses me. His hand finds my dick as he licks along my lower lip, and I open my mouth wide. He does a version of the corkscrew move he had been doing and sucks lightly on my tongue, my relieved moan making him chuckle and sit back on his heels. He smiles at me, coy and so very lovely, his dark eyes crinkling lightly at the corners and his full lips swollen from sucking me.

“Please, more?” I ask hopefully, watching his smile morph into a full-on grin.

“You asked so nicely,” he concedes and goes back to the mind-blowingly good suck-and-twist combination. I gasp and clench my fists, fighting not to move my hands again. My self-control is rewarded; he takes me even more deeply into his throat, his wet, tight fingers all the way down to the root of my dick and his throat working around the head. His other hand reaches back to fondle my balls, and I’m gone. He swallows, working me through my orgasm, and as the last pulse spurts out, he once again drags his tongue through my slit and sits back with a pleased smile.

My fists loosen, and my hands fall to the side as the rest of my body lolls in utter relaxation. He straightens up on his knees and nudges between my legs to kiss me gently. “So good,” he purrs in my ear, nuzzles my neck, and I whimper.

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Everything Trey and I do together is better than the last thing, and I can’t help but fantasize about more. I know that I want to be in an actual bed, naked with him, but after that, the details get a little bit fuzzy. I know the very basics of anal sex, but I don’t know enough to know what to ask for. So, in between client meetings and work, I set out to learn as much as I can.

After reading a couple of dry but informative guides, I feel like I understand the basics pretty well - lots of lube, use condoms, don’t do anything that really hurts, prep is important. I’m not connecting with it, though. In the past, I hadn’t had much use for porn, but it seems like this might be a good time to see things "in person," so to speak.

At first, I’m disappointed to discover that gay porn does no more for me than straight porn. The two men having sex seem to be enjoying themselves, but watching them do it is not arousing. Instead, I’m slightly embarrassed, both for them and to be watching. I scan the thumbnails, looking for something that speaks to me. A large, darker-skinned man with locs a little longer than Trey’s catches my eye. I click eagerly on the link, and the video it leads to reveals to me everything I was looking for. The couple in the video look just enough like Trey and me that I can mentally put us in their place. That changes the whole ball game, and suddenly I understand not only what people like about porn but also what I want to do with Trey.

I want to be underneath him, pinned to the bed by his big body. I want him to lift my legs and spread me open. I want to feel him all the way inside of me, pounding in over and over, taking pleasure from my body. The video is not long, but by the time it ends, my asshole is clenching needily around nothing, and my dick is so hard it hurts. Just remembering how his hand kneaded my ass as I sat in his lap makes me whimper.

Now that I have that picture of us in my head, I don’t want to wait another second. When I run errands that afternoon, I pick up condoms and lube. Also conveniently located in the sexual health aisle of the megastore is a display of vibrators and butt plugs. I read that plugs can be helpful for stretching and prep, so I grab a small one before I can overthink it. I opt for self-checkout to save myself some embarrassment, but nothing is going to stop me. Walking to the car, I wonder briefly if it might be worth the trouble to Google where the nearest sex shop is, but I decide I have enough supplies to start. Although that might be an interesting trip to make with Trey at some point in the future if he wants to.

Once I get home and get the groceries put away, I go to put the condoms and lube in my bedroom. The plug catches my attention, and I decide I want to see how it feels. After a fairly thorough shower, I apply lube and ease it up inside me. It’s frankly a little disappointing. There’s a sort of pleasant burn and stretch as it goes in, but then it seats itself, and, standing still, I almost can’t feel it’s there. I’m not really sure what to do next, but the clock catches my eye, and I realize I need to start the pasta for dinner. After a little internal debate, I decide to leave the plug where it is, on the assumption that if I can manage to ask Trey to take me to bed, it will help to be a little stretched.

And that is how I end up having to sit through the entire meal with the plug inside me.

Trey came in, kissed me as I was cooking, and headed up to shower, reappearing a short while later in a white T-shirt that makes his arms look sexy as all hell, grey sweats that hidenothing, and a knowing grin. I swallow and plate the pasta and veggies.

I join Trey at the table and realize that though the plug is small, it completely changes everything when I sit. No matter how I shift, it puts pressure right on my prostate. The jolts of pleasure every time I move are disconcerting, but I’m not quite ready to admit to Trey what’s going on. I let out a long breath that I sucked in at the first unexpected jolt of pleasure, and pick up my fork. Trey’s eyes are on me.

“Did you have a good day, Ben?” he asks, forking up chicken.

I nod. “Yeah, really good. I did some research, had a couple of client meetings, and finished an audit that I needed to do.”

Trey smiles. “That’s great. Anything else?”

I shake my head, clenching around the plug to try and keep it still when the motion of my head makes it move inside me. The predatory look that comes over Trey steals my breath for a minute.

This night might end exactly how I imagined.

18

Trey

Ben is uncomfortable, but I can’t tell why, exactly.

Well, maybe uncomfortable isn’t exactly the right word. Is he nervous? Shy?

We’ve done quite a lot over the last week, but it seemed like he was right there with me every step of the way. The uncomfortable squirmy thing he’s doing seems pretty unlike him.

The dinner looks great, though. Chicken Alfredo made with rotini noodles and fresh steamed vegetables. It tastes great, too, and if there weren’t something happening here that I don’t understand, I would be all over this meal. The unknown element is making me nervous. As it is, I study Ben closely as he sits down to eat.

“The food looks amazing,” I say because it does, but also, praise often loosens Ben’s lips. “You did a fantastic job.”

Ben blushes. “Thank you,” he says, shifting in his chair, then stilling suddenly to sit perfectly straight. Something about the way he is moving is odd, and the blush isn’t fading. It seems to be getting more intense.

“I hoped you would like it. I like using rotini instead of fettuccine,” Ben adds, a little hitch in his breath as he shifts again. “It’s much less messy to eat. I tried a new sauce recipe with cauliflower. It’s supposed to taste great and be better for you.” His voice suddenly lifts when he gestures at the end of the sentence, and he clamps his lips together. I smile when I guess what’s going on.

“Ben, are you wearing a plug?” I ask.

Ben’s mouth drops open, and his face gets even redder. “I— I’ve been thinking about it, and I got one, and I was trying it, but then it was time to start cooking, so—“ He covers his face with his hands.

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