Page 26 of Becoming Ben

“Have you played with your ass before, Ben?” I ask, and he shakes his head. “Ah… All new to you then, huh? Don’t worry, baby…”

The truth of the matter is that I amliterallya pro at this, a thought that makes me want to chuckle in a cynical way. Ben benefitting from my knowledge is a good thing, though, and after a bit more stroking and squeezing — because he has one of the nicest asses I’ve seen in my life – I pull the plug lightly, push it, and then pull again until it slips free. He gasps, holding the pillow harder, and I lean in to kiss along the crease of his ass.

“What a sexy ass,” I murmur against his skin. I ghost my fingers along the back of his balls, his taint, and then over his hole. He flinches, then pushes back, asking for more.

“The lube is—” Ben says, but I’m already reaching for it. I take a little and dribble it over his hole to tease him for a moment, then push one finger into him. He gasps, squirming, then arches his back when I thrust slowly, pushing his ass up for me even more.

“So needy,” I murmur in a tone that tells him how much I love it. He takes the one finger beautifully, but of course, the plug I had just taken out of him was around the same size. After a few pulses, I pull it out and add another one. That makes his breath catch. He tenses a little, but it’s a matter of seconds before he is rocking with me as I finger him. The third finger takes a little more lube and a little more time, but every time I ask him, he begs for more. When I am absolutely sure that he’s as ready as I can make him, I ask him, “Which way have you been imagining this? Do you want to be on your back or front?"

“I want to watch you,” Ben says immediately, and I know I was right about him imagining it. “I want to be on my back with you on top of me, and I want to see you.” His reactions and his response to my questions leave me no doubt that he knows exactly what he wants.

I move and help him roll over and stick a pillow under his hips so that the angle is easier. His dick slaps against his stomach as he moves, and I can’t resist bending down to kiss the head. I can feel it surge the second I get my mouth on it, and I pull back as he gasps, “No!”

“I don’t want to come yet,” he continues, “Having your fingers inside me felt so good that if you touch my dick, I’ll come.”

I smile in relief. I was afraid I had hurt or scared him somehow. I quickly roll on a condom and slick myself up. Ben stares with wide eyes as I line myself up and sink slowly into his heat. He tenses a little but relaxes almost immediately, and soon, I’m all the way inside him. My eyes close involuntarily at how good it feels, but I open them immediately. He wants to see me, and I don’t want to miss any of this. His mouth begins to form my name, but I withdraw and advance minutely and steal away everything but ragged panting.

I move slowly, wanting his first time to be amazing. I gently close my hand around his dick and pump slowly there, too. This reminds me of the few times I’ve built a fire; I am fanning Ben’s sparks until he bursts into flame.

“Trey,fuck!” Ben finally gasps. “Please,more.”

And there is the flame. I let go of his dick, pull out almost entirely, and snap my hips forward. Ben shouts wordlessly, spine bowing and a dribble of fluid coating his belly.

Once there are flames, you only need to keep fanning them to create an inferno.

Ben’s flame burns brighter and brighter, right alongside my own. I haven’t been with anyone in years, but I know it’s never been anything like this. His tight, hot body, his velvet-over-steel dick in my hand, and hissounds– God, his sounds – are incredible. I am teetering on the precipice while he is still climbing, and then I adjust just right and– “Trey!! Fuck! Wh–”

A surge of delight fills me, and I realize dimly that I just hit his prostate just right. He erupts over my hand a second later with a harsh gasp accompanying each pulse.

That’s all I need, and I come too, long and hard. When I am finished, I put my arms around him and hold him, shaking and breathing hard.

Ben looks wrecked. His eyes are closed, his mouth open, and chest heaving. He winces when I pull out, and I brush a kiss on his lips before I hurry off to dispose of the condom. I bring back a damp, warm washcloth. I don’t want to shower; I just want to hold him. When I wipe his belly clean, he curls sweetly into me, and I hold him tightly, kissing his temple and then his lips when he turns his face up to mine.

“Well,” he says, finally. “I think we need to do that a lot.”

“Yes, we do,” I tell him. “That was so good.” I know it’s his favorite word. I love using it just to get his reaction. He shivers in pleasure against me, but he doesn’t say anything else, and I’m glad. I’m shaken by what just happened between us. I thought that with my vast experience, I had every kind of sex one could possibly have. I didn’t know that when you accidentally fell in love, it was a whole different experience. I lay awake a long time, holding Ben and feeling more vulnerable and scared than I’ve felt since I was a young kid, all alone for the first time.

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Ben

Trey stays with me that night, ultimately spooning up behind me and stroking my belly as we fall asleep. I’m a little sore, but it’s actually sort of… good? He hadn’t been rough – I had been a little worried it would be uncomfortable or I wouldn’t like it once we were in the middle of it, but that hadnothappened.

I kept picturing Trey’s face as he watched me finish, his beautiful dark eyes dilated and wild, a focused grimace on his face. That face will star in my personal fantasies for a long time.

Trey joins me in my bed the next evening, too, mouths and hands working in tandem to leave us both messy and sated, and again, he sleeps with me.

By the third night, I find myself laying out the lube and some washcloths, looking forward to what we might do this time. Would we jerk each other off again while we shared sloppy, frantic kisses or long, slow ones? Would he let me blow him again? I remember the last time I did that, and I get distracted as I stand next to the bed, the washcloths still in my hand. The taste of him, his girth in my mouth, has my dick stirring as I think of it…

I realize, standing there, that I’ve never wanted anything in my life the way I want Trey. I’ve never needed to touch and taste someone the way I do right now. He’s my addiction, and I don’t think it’s possible to get enough of a fix.

It’s not the first time I’ve thought about how intoxicating I find both his body and the idea of sharing mine with him, but it amazes me each time. With that in mind, I know exactly what I want to do with him tonight. When he gets home from working at the shelter, I greet him in nothing but a robe, kissing him and pulling him toward the bathroom to share a shower. He is surprised at first, but it quickly morphs into delight, and the way he touches me tells me that this, too, will happen again.

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Trey and I haven’t gone out together much. We walk the dogs together once in a while. He works a lot, and most of our time together has been spent at home – first in the living room, and now that our relationship has progressed – in the bedroom. We go on a few more hikes, his shirt coming off only a few miles into it with a smile as he shows off, and I try not to stumble off the trail while three-quarters of my blood volume is far below my brain.

Today, though, we both have an afternoon off, and we decide to make it into an event.

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